Quotes About Emptiness

And though grief weighed her down—she couldn't take a step without seeing Sister Maria Andrzeja's empty eyes—she also felt lighter, untethered at last from a past that had always been an invisible weight. She was not Jerusza's—she never had been, and she knew that now. But neither was she her German father's. She belonged only to herself, a dove of the dark forest, the forest that called to her now.

The mind of a fool is like a broken pot. It holds nothing.

Pero, más allá, no había nada. Y la mirada, al no topar con ningún obstáculo, se prolongaba hasta el infinito, perdiéndose en el camino de vuelta.

Eso es porque Aki se ha ido. Porque la he perdido. Ya no hay nada que desee ver. Ni en Australia, ni en Alaska, ni en el Mediterráneo, ni en la Antártida. En este mundo, vaya a donde vaya, siempre me sucederá los mismo. Por más maravilloso que sea el paisaje que tenga ante los ojos, nunca me emocionaré; la más hermosa de las vistas no me gustará. Ha desaparecido la persona que me hacía desear, ver, saber y sentir..., incluso vivir.

Pues yo, cuando leo que los cristianos dicen que la muerte es hermosa y que no hay por qué temerla, me indigno. Me parece algo estúpido y arrogante. La muerte no es hermosa. Es patética y vacía. Y tenemos que aceptarlo.

Or if, like her, they immersed themselves in trivialities in a frantic effort to avoid a yawning inner emptiness that sometimes threatened to swallow them whole.

I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me, because I've looked into what's coming, and I don't need anything from here.

Life without her would be an endless succession of purposeless days lived with a heavy hopelessness

Empty leaves fly with the wind, Empty people fly over time.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

A cruel critic has never made anything; his glibness is a way of inflicting his emptiness on others.

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.

and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Absence has presence, sometimes, and that was what she felt. Absence like crushed-dead grass were something has been and is no longer. Absence where a thread has been ripped, ragged, from a tapestry, leaving a gap that can never be mended.

It was like dying, but without the consolation of oblivion.

She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and... cancel her.

Karou was plagued by the notion that she wasn't whole. She didn't know what this meant, but it was a lifelong feeling, a sensation akin to having forgotten something. She'd tried describing it to Issa once, when she was a girl. "It's like you're standing in the kitchen, and you know you went in there for a reason, but you can't think of what that reason is, no matter what.

In the darkness behind their shut lids they all saw the same thing: no color at all, only loss like a hole torn in the world.

He had melted away, and she felt his absence like a space cut from the air.