Quotes About Emptiness

When a man cannot find meaning, he numbs himself with pleasure.

The place was empty 'cause of the Hanging. I didn't want to stay and—" "And what?" "Get more ahead of the others than I was already." "If you are ahead, the correct thing is to get used to it—not to make yourself into an imbecile. Come, you belong in school.

for now, none of the lights are on and that's all there is, black steel and slate sky.

Hackworth was alone and separate from all humanity, a feeling he had grown up with, like a childhood friend living next door.

Enjoy everything. Need nothing. Including people? Including people. Especially people. Needing someone is the fastest way to kill a relationship.

Depression starts slow.

What about: I got Jack and shit and Jack left town.

Loneliness is holding in a joke because you have no one to share it with.

Actually, they fought to fill the emptiness of their lives as they filled their empty glasses. They fought—not because the liquor was in them, but because it did not fill them enough.

A companhia de um paulista é a pior forma de solidão.

All those cities, all those fields and farms, with nobody, and nothing left alive. Just nothing there. I simply can't take it in.

At the Bauhaus, Josef Albers wrote a friend for whose apartment he was designing furniture, "An empty room is always the best.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

Everything around me makes me miss you.

You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.

Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. But there is nothing.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.

In another place, in another time, she would have felt the majesty of the beauty around her, but as she stood on the beach, she realized that she didn't feel anything at all. In a way, she felt as if she weren't really here, as if the whole thing was nothing but a dream.

His death had left her with an emptiness that she knew would never fill completely. But time had lessened the pain.

Life is so mundane, isn't it? It's great to hear a guitarist getting into it and the rhythmic section blasting, even if it's all meaningless.

My soul is dead.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

Though often surrounded by people, Hattie felt dreadfully alone.