Quotes About Emptiness

Crying is right at hand when you see how everything you ever accomplished will end up as trash.

The toughest detail to deal with was the loneliness.

The worst aspect of loneliness was the silence.

Es lo que ocurre en los casos de insomnio. Todo es muy lejano: la copia de la copia de una copia. No puedes tocar nada y nada puede tocarte. El insomnio te distancia de todo.

In this maze of antiques, she says, are the ghosts of everyone who has ever owned this furniture. Everyone rich and successful enough to prove it. All of their talent and intelligence and beauty outlived by decorative junk. All the success and accomplishments this furniture was supposed to represent, it's all vanished.

Tyler said he was nobody. Nobody cared if he lived or died, and the feeling was fucking mutual.

Chorar é só o que dá para fazer nesta escuridão asfixiante (...) quando você percebe que tudo o que já fez não passa de lixo.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

The insomnia distance of everything, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can't touch anything, and nothing can touch you.

Soy un estúpido y todo cuanto hago es desear y necesitar cosas.

He descubierto que no importa cuánta gente mate, nunca es suficiente.- Helen.

Eventually, when I stepped back inside the parlor door, only my nana's body was left on the sofa. The best of her--her laugh, her stories, even her coughing--was gone.

Per quanto lusso si possa avere, ci sarà sempre qualcosa che manca. Per quanto attentamente tu possa scegliere, non sarai mai totalmente soddisfatto.

Somehow, the disappearance of coffee feels worse than the disappearance of all humankind.

It's cliché, but you know sorry doesn't actually do anything, right? It's like a birthday card a month after the day has passed. It's just a, a, a… a token, a word that makes you feel like you did something but that doesn't do anything to fill the hole inside of me.

The shelves had been stripped bare and battered to Hell, as if some super-important Christmas toy release had come and gone and an army of Super-Moms had ripped through the store, buying everything up like an all-consuming void. Didn't hurt that many of the shelves were lined with piles of bones both animal and human.

Music is the space between the notes.

She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.

Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been.

Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears.

This is a forsaken place...I can think of no use for a place like this, except that you could say of it: I saw the heart of nothing, and survived.

Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he'd known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.

So quickly? Todd cleared away another wave of tears and looked down at the body on the table. Dempsey's eye was still half-open, but it didn't look back at him any longer. Where there'd been a sliver of bright life, where there'd been mischief and shared rituals—where, in short, there'd been Dempsey—there was nothing.

A feeling of intense loss overwhelmed him for a moment as he thought of his once-charmed life—of love, and magic, and friends, all of it, and all of them, dead.