Quotes About Emptiness

Wat weg is, ben je kwijt.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate

She filled herself entirely with the molten dark.

[Of Oakland, California:] There is no there there.

My thoughts are drowned, and shipwreck seems sweet to me in this sea.

The certain, lonely knowledge [120] that everything is vain but grief.

Let's begin all over again. Let's begin by affirming that poetry has died. And that I'm not a poet. And I'll never, ever be one. I'm not interested in poetry. I don't like life. I detest men. I hate children. I hate the sea.

Nanny had thought she might lose the child from her grief. At night when she rolled over in the bed and went to drape her leg across Gabriel's, finding him gone, the ache in Nanny's chest moved up to her throat, then down to her womb.

Uma obra crítica ou filosófica, que não se mantenha de alguma maneira numa relação essencial com a criação, está condenada a girar no vazio, do mesmo modo que uma obra de arte ou de poesia, que não contenha em si uma exigência crítica, está destinada ao esquecimento.

Le transport rythmique, qui donne au vers son élan, est vide, il n'est que le transport de lui-même. Et c'est ce vide que la césure pense et tient en suspens, en tant que parole pure, pendant le bref instant où s'arrête le cheval de la poésie.

Šopenhauer i Ni?e su prvi u?ili o dubokom zna?enju besmislenosti života, i pokazali kako ta besmislenost može da se pretvori u umetnost...Užasna praznina koju su otkrili jeste upravo bezdušna i nepomu?ena lepota materije.

Life to be bearable must be lived intensely. Through it a continuous stream of emotion passes. Though that emotion is ever changing as flowing water changes, it at least bears us along on a current that gives the illusion of continuity and permanence. But analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soul.

Las ciudades desiertas o desenterradas son incomparablemente más bellas que las vivas.

Quando uno non ha niente, il meglio è di andarsene.

Of this poetry I'm left with the emptiness of an endless secret

The pornologue's mantric (as is the Athanasian Creed, for that matter) sucking her down to a level of herself where no questions are asked, where her history evaporates, where her self bleeds painlessly into the void.

When something happened that was everything to you you realized it was nothing to everything else.

Pain is beyond reason, an obliterating giant stupidity to which all your history of jokes and nuance and ideas and caresses is nothing, simply nothing . . .

For almost a decade I was haunted by the memory of Deborah Black, I was about to claim. But the memory didn't haunt me; I haunted the memory. Went to it, at night or in the deadened hours of empty afternoons, woke it up, reminded it of all the fun we'd had, made it do things with me.

shoved by shock too young into the truth that nothing meant anything.

As we started on our journey, I noticed that without possessions, I felt oddly free.

The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.

I have so much and my feeling for her devours everything, I have so much and without her everything is nothing.

Czym?e jest nasze ?ycie? Dolin?, w której zamieszka?a gorycz. Czym jest ?wiat? Nieczu?ym t?umem ludzi.