Quotes About Emptiness

I didn't understand her being gone, either. I had seen her fall. Now her part of any conversation would always be unsaid, and the direction she would have gone walking would always be empty. Her absence extended in lines of numbers made of smoke, backward in memory and forward in futures never to occur.

Compassionate emptiness. To me that meant a state of nonjudgmental receiving.

Boredom is an emptiness filled with insistence.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

The house of the childless is empty; and so is the heart of him that hath no wife.

Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.

Sometimes you need to spend time in an empty desert to discover how full your soul is.

I've dropped my Brain – My Soul is numb – The Veins that used to run Stop palsied – 'tis Paralysis Done perfecter in stone...

She did not feel sad; she did not feel anything. She seemed to have moved into a quiet state beyond human emotion.

I missed Darlene so much that it felt like a fever.

It was only a few months after their father's death. His loss had left a wound in Darlene's chest that felt physical, a perpetual ache.

There was nothing to do for that kind of loss — no solution to it, no medicine for it. You just coped as best you could. The ache was dull but profound, like the unanswered call of a lonely coyote.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless.

He had learned to get along without her. Her meaning was forgotten. There was no place for her in his scheme of things, as there was no place for him in hers.

It was a pain and an unrest; and it received easement only by the touch of the new god's presence. At such times love was joy to him, a wild, keen–thrilling satisfaction. But when away from his god, the pain and the unrest returned; the void in him sprang up and pressed against him with its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly.

Lonely he had lived, so far as his kind was concerned, and lonely he would continue to live.

He saw no beauty in the sunshine sifting down through the green leaves, nor did the azure vault of the sky whisper as of old and hint of cosmic vastness and secrets trembling to disclosure. Life was intolerably dull and stupid, and its taste was bad in his mouth.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Empty yourself of everything," he said. "Let your mind rest at peace. Ten thousand things rise and fall while the self watches. They grow and flourish and return to the source. Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature. The way of nature is unchanging. Practice your breathing and think upon this, Moirin.

It, too, was empty. You might think that would be a given at this hour, but the preserve was a favorite haunt of birdwatchers, and those people are crazy.

Why should she want to live? We were doing nothing, we were going nowhere, we were nobody.