Quotes About Emptiness

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

If the soulmate is absent there is no need for the soul

Love points the way, empties you of the stuff of life, carries you at last to the mystery of creation.

These sights spoke of a strange and powerful loneliness.

I could become a businessman and run some big corporation, I'd scramble and maneuver until I was at the top of everything and what would I have? Nothing.

For now that they could not be together, they must be infinitely apart, and what had been sure and unshakable was now fragile and insubstantial; from the moment we are not together, Alai is a stranger, for he has a life now that will be no part of mine, and that means that when I see him we will not know each other.

He felt like part of himself had been taken away, an inward prop that was holding up his courage and confidence.

He sat upon the hill, a Gatefather who was now but a shadow of himself, and wept. For all his crimes he wept, for all who had died before he could save them, for the mages he had stripped of power even more utterly than he had been stripped today. I held their outselves in my hearthoard for a thousand years, some of them, or more I made myself the thief of hearts, and now I am repaid.

It's better to lose someone you love...than to have no one to lose.

Ahora sentía la magnitud de la pérdida de Pipo. El cuerpo mutilado en la falda de la colina no era su muerte, sino simplemente los despojos de su muerte. La muerte en sí era el vacío dejado en su vida.

You get so you kind of like the feeling of being hungry.

There wasn't a trace of thrusters now.

She knew nothing but she had everything he had lost.

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.

The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

This is a terrible place to die in. Where's a good one?

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.

in that cold autistic dark.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

If I didnt have her I dont know what I would have. Well, yes I do. You wouldnt need a box to put it in, neither.

They trekked out along the crescent sweep of beach, keeping to the firmer sand below the tidewrack. They stood, their clothes flapping softly. Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tideline a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as the eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless.