Quotes About Emptiness

I am not me, I am not a human being.I am empty. Infinite emptiness dwells in me.I am the spirit.Emptiness is me.

When you learn to see the beauty in emptiness, your life will become more abundant.

Cameron Conaway, Bonemeal

If you are brave enough to empty yourself, then life will fill you again and again.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Prose is prose because of what it includes; poetry is poetry because of what it leaves out.

Verses devoid of substance, melodious trifles. [Lat., Versus inopes rerum, nugaeque canorae.]

You'll never know that you had all of me. You'll never know the poetry you've stirred in me.

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

You think it's a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

Life is like a poetry, without meaning or purpose - it's useless.

I miss you, I miss you at night, I can't sleep without you anymore, I'm scared. Meet me in heaven.

It ain't so easy writing about nothin

The courts of kings are full of people, but empty of friends.

The positive element of kitsch lies in the fact that it sets free for a moment the glimmering realization that you have wasted your life.

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

The temerity to believe in nothing.

The emptiness that fills in when once-the-beloved says, "Who are you?

ORPHAN, n. A living person whom death has deprived of the power of filial ingratitude . . .

I disappeared in her and she, wondering where I went, left.

As human beings, we have a natural compulsion to fill empty spaces.

I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house's diseased and dying maw. It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core.