Quotes About Emptiness

you have neither wife nor child (without any sexual feeling, she longed to cherish that loneliness)...

What people had shed and left--a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded skirts and coats in wardrobes--those alone kept the human shape and in the emptiness indicated how once they were filled and animated; how once hands were busy with hooks and buttons; how once the looking-glass had held a face; had held a world hollowed out in which a figure turned, a hand flashed, the door opened, in came children rushing and tumbling; and went out again.

At this moment, I feel as if the human race had no character at all – sought for nothing, believed in nothing, & fought only from a dreary sense of duty.

Beautiful,' [his wife] would murmur, nudging Septimus that he might see. But beauty was behind a pane of glass. Even taste had no relish to him. He put down his cup on the little marble table. He looked at people outside; happy they seemed, collecting in the middle of the street, shouting, laughing, squabbling over nothing. But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the tea-shop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him--he could not feel.

Yes, I miss you, I miss you.

To love makes one solitary, she thought. She

But if one day you do not come after breakfast, if one day I see you in some looking-glass perhaps looking after another, if the telephone buzzes and buzzes in your empty room, I shall then, after unspeakable anguish, I shall then - for there is no end to the folly of the human heart - seek another, find another, you.

He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing.

Empty, empty, empty, silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.

Ahora estoy suspendida en el vacío, sin vínculos. Estamos en la nada.

Ainda assim não conseguiu dizer nada; o horizonte inteiro parecia despido de qualquer possível objeto de comentário.

The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it.

But the room was empty. The fire was still blazing; the chairs, drawn out in a circle, still seemed to hold the skeleton of the party in their empty arms.

It had seemed so safe, thinking of her. Ghost, air, nothingness, a thing you could play with easily and safely at any time of day or night, she had been that...Suddenly, the empty drawing-room steps, the frill of the chair inside, the puppy tumbling on the terrace, the whole wave and whisper of the garden became like curves and arabesques flourishing round a centre of complete nothingness.

O amor, para ele, não passara de cinzas e serragem. As alegrias que dele extraíra não tinham gosto nenhum.

Poiché vi sono momenti nei quali non si può pensare né sentire. E se non si può né pensare né sentire, allora e che punto si è?

There was no Lo to behold.

The shock of her death froze something in me. The child I loved, was gone, but I kept looking for her - long after I had left my own childhood behind. The poison was in the wound, you see. And the wound wouldn't heal.

I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

Light in comparison with darkness is a void.

He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire.

Tudod, a halálban az a legrettenetesebb, hogy az ember olyan tökéletesen magára marad.

az ostobaság ugyanis mindig a zsúfoltság szinonimája, és semmi sincs jobban tele, mint egy üres fej.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.