Quotes About Emptiness

Perryville without

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

They are as empty without a young as we are empty without them

He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.

Without his mate to share his life, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was npt even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly alive

I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.

I miss you.…" He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. "I miss you so much.

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.

Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her room was a like a car without an engine, everything where it should be, except all it was was potential. None of it was going to get used again.

Shit, this had to be how Alzheimer's patients felt: Their personality was intact and so was their intellect...but they were surrounded by a world that no longer made sense because they couldn't hold on to their memories and associations and extrapolations.

His heart was as empty as her stare.

In the Old Language, he whispered, "I am barren of words, my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.

Es mucho mejor no tener ningún interés que sentirse insatisfecha. La insatisfacción crea un vacío que pesa demasiado.

Being left behind was a special kind of loss. —

She took a sip from her water glass and marveled at how you could sit so close to someone and still have him be totally far away from you.

Butch let his head fall loose on his shoulders and he wept openly… though not out of happiness, as they must have assumed. He wept at the hollowness he felt. Because however wonderful this all was, it seemed empty to him. Without his mate to share his life with, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was not even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly alive.

Far better to be uninterested than unfulfilled. One is a relief. The other an emptiness with heavy weight.

Time was draining out like water from a bath, leaving a whole lot of cold in its absence

Il silenzio e l'immobilità della morte erano un vuoto, un buco nero che attirava a sé tutto quello che gli stava vicino; e la spinta era così potente che le vite degli altri si interrompevano, momentaneamente paralizzate da quella forza tremenda e contagiosa.

Since I met you, being alone sucks.

I've purposely set up my life to be alone so I won't get hurt.