Quotes About Emptiness

Throughout my remaining days in New Bern, I wondered what she was doing at any given moment and where she was. I no longer felt complete, as if part of me had been hollowed out, leaving only an aching void. Before Natalie, I used to believe that with love, anything was possible. Now I understand that sometimes love isn't enough.

it is the emptiness of the bowl that creates the bowl

I loved them, and would always love them. But there was no place where they could fit anymore, so I had nowhere to put all the things I felt. I didn't know what to do with them, and they didn't know what to do with me, and isn't that just like life?

She began to fear that she would always be greedy, all the time. Nothing ever seemed to fill her up. Nothing ever seemed to touch the sides.

It was as if I were powerless to resist the temptation; my senses were overcome. I could hear the emptiness, and taste the silence, and smell the solitude, and I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything before.

he's lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all.

What does it feel like, having a missing sister? I can tell you. You know how if you lose something valuable, a wallet or a piece of jewelry, you can't concentrate on anything else? Well, it feels like that all the time, every day

Quando sei infelice, secondo me, tutto nel mondo - leggere, mangiare, dormire - ha chiuso dentro qualcosa, da qualche parte, che serve a renderti ancora più infelice

Forse le cose stanno così per tutti: semplicemente tu sei più debole, oppure meno fortunato, o hai visto qualcosa che tutti loro non hanno notato. Hai visto quanto è lunga la strada che ti aspetta, spazzata dal vento o bruciata dal sole cocente o ricoperta di neve, polvere o bitume, ammantata di tenebre o luminosa e chiara da farti chiudere gli occhi: comunque, in ogni caso, è spaventosamente vuota.

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist.

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - i you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignnes of your own body - it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less.

Only now that my son was gone did I realize how much I'd been living for him. When I woke up in the morning it was because he existed, and when I ordered food it was because he existed, and when I wrote my book it was because he existed to read it.

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the rhythm of her breath the dark had no measure. There were times he woke feeling cold from the lack of the heat that once came from between her thighs and behind her knees. He might have even called her, if he could have momentarily forgotten that he already knew everything she could possibly say.

Sooner or later she'll figure out the truth: you're a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you're empty.

If it weren't for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.

I knew that to find and to feel Yoav again would be terribly painful, because of what had become of him, and because of what I knew he could ignite in me, a vitality that was excruciating because like a flare it lit up the emptiness inside me and exposed what I always secretly knew about myself: how much time I'd spent being only partly alive, and how easily I'd accepted a lesser life.

Don't be a fool, you've let yourself fall apart, the pieces have got lost, and now there's nothing left to give, you can't hide it forever, sooner or later she'll figure out the truth: you're a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you're empty.

Se había ido, y lo único que quedaba era el espacio en que habías crecido en torno a ella, rodeándola, como crece un árbol rodeando una cerca.

Loneliness turned into depression

You are a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you are empty.

Bend a people around the shape of what they lost, and let everything mirror its absent form