Quotes About Emptiness

We have stars, planets and galaxies in space. There's lots of nothingness out there, but it's really not. There's gas, dust and other bits of matter floating around emptier' areas of the universe, but you can't see it very easily.

It is not true that one cannot live without a woman. It is simply that one cannot have lived without one.

Loneliness is a terrible blindness.

Some women wait for themselves around the next corner and call the empty spot peace but the opposite of living is only not living and the stars do not care.

How can I ever miss you when you never go away?

Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this, but it means that these women, they were not sharing my solitude.

Women stand for the objective world for a man. They stand for the thing that you're not and that's what you always reach for in a song.

Women have lives that become increasingly empty. They're doing more and feeling less.

Only the stupefying ignorance of young women prevents them from comprehending the stupefying emptiness of the men who cluster round them.

Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.

Pretty women with no soul like paintings on the wall

Though you are as a drop in the ocean, without you, the universe would be empty.

Animals in general have sparked a weird depression in me, because as much as I tried, I couldn't layer a personality over them. You know what I mean? I would stare at the cows, and I would sing to the cows, and they would always just look at me blankly.

I've always been in this sort of perpetual state of existential longing. I feel like something's missing.

While one might laugh at the meaningless boredom of people a decade or two ago, the emptiness has for many now moved from the state of boredom to a state of futility and despair, which holds promise of dangers.

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,Or busy housewife ply her evening care.

When he died, I felt like a dark, devouring force had been stilled at last. I wore his death like wings.

The most painful death in all the world is the death of a child. When a child dies, when one child dies-not the 11 per 1,000 we talk about statistically, but the one that a mother held briefly in her arms-he leaves an empty place in a parent's heart that will never heal.

So may I live no junctive law fulfilling, And my heart's table bear no woman's name.

But no one came. Because no one ever does.

Except for the sign on the front lawn, there wasn't much difference between this house and his. World War II bungalows with clapboard siding. Two bedrooms, one bath. A small lawn that ran out to the street. A peaked roof with dark asphalt shingles. Both ordinary, in all ways. One vacant. One empty.

We are gene-copying bio-robots, living out here on a lonely planet in a cold and empty physical universe.

There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go There is nothing to be and there is no-one to know