Quotes About Emptiness

He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did now want to know when his first day as a Shawdowhunter without a parabatai truly began. And if the place over his heart, where his parabatai rune had been, flared up with a sudden burning pain as the door closed behind Jem, Will told himself it was only a stray ember from the fire.

If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me

Sympathy is common. Knowing the exact shape of the hole someone's loss leaves in your heart is rare.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.

Just coffee. Black—like my soul.

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.

The kitchen was just as empty, even the refrigerator gone, the chairs, the table--the kitchen cabinets stood open, their bare shelves reminder her of a nursery rhyme. She cleared her throat. "What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness...

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?

The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there.

this town has no soul. and nobody yields to your love. nobody yields, period.

down. She felt weak and slightly sick. But there wasn't a stick of furniture of any kind in the place. Hastily

On side of the cross is empty. That is where we belong.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams.

The situation collapsed completely at dinner one September evening. Perhaps it was the full moon that drove me to madness, or the gnawing, relentless emptiness of my heart. Whatever the trigger, the powder had been well packed, and my explosion, though shocking, was not altogether unexpected.

Mais les larmes sont celles d'une joie désespérée. Tout a été largué, mais ce tout n'a été que ça : le corps que j'ai livré n'était qu'un souffle d'air et celui que j'ai embrassé se trouve déjà à des années-lumière. Comment, dans un tel dénuement, ne pas exprimer sa détresse ?

we can't even say what it is we're missing. It's like you can feel the hole, but you don't know what's supposed to fill it, because it's something you've never seen. You don't want it to be every man for himself, but it sort of is. And there's not much you can do about it. I don't mean to talk in riddles.

If you think having and losing is so bad, try never having. Now that's devastating.

I don't think you feel much of anything anymore.

Her body felt like a giant bag of lack. Lack of motivation. Lack of strength. Lack of rigidity. Lack of caring.