Quotes About Emptiness

To the world she knew, to the few friends who had by then drifted away, to everyone except himself and Dorothy, it was no longer important that she live. What had been her life, the people she knew and the deep pool of memory and knowing, had vanished or dried up and fallen apart.

She could not eat, like a dog that has been sold.

To understand everything is to love nothing

Even the wind had ceased, and there seemed to be nothing in the world but the darkness and himself. In that gigantic blackness, in that unseen quietude and vacancy, the mind could cease to be personal to itself. It could be overwhelmed and merged in space, so that consciousness would be transferred or dissipated, and one might sleep standing; for the mind fears loneliness more than all else, and will escape to the moon rather than be driven inwards on its own being.

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.

There seemed a gulf impassable between them.

There could have been no two hearts So open, no tastes so similar, no feelings So in unison, no countenances So beloved. Now they were strangers; Nay, worse than strangers, for they Could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night with nothing to say.

She saw her mother's face, imprisoned in the emptiness of Empire and diplomacy.

It just feels surreal. Every now and then it kind of hits me, but only for a short while, and then it carries on feeling like it didn't really happen, that he's going to walk in this evening and sit in front of the set drinking beer.

When people leave, they always seem to scoop themselves out of you.

Ahora que casi no recuerdo su rostro, ni cómo era su cama, estoy segura de que en realidad no lo quería a él, lo que yo quería era ser él

The others are all common mouths chattering, empty heads like wooden whistles blowing common tunes.

Being alone is different from being lonely, you know.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

My loneliness tasted like pennies.

People losing each other, their hands slipping loose in a crowd.

She was sorry to have hurt her, but she wanted them all to leave her alone, let her keep it together. Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

You've been everywhere, haven't you." I had, but it hadn't done me much good.

Maybe she was the lucky one, I thought, a woman who had divested herself of both future and past. No dreams, no standards, a woman who smoked and drank and slept with men like Sergei, men who were spiritually what came up out of the sewers when it rained.

Of course I did, I was blank, anyone could fill me in. I waited to see who I would be, what they would create on my delicious vacancy.

My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all the words.