Quotes About Emptiness

When you're in love, it's not just about the messing around in the sack, it's about how empty you feel when they're gone.

No, the man said, looking past him with his empty gaze, the realm of the dead isn't anything. But to those who have been there, nothing else is anything either.

My soul had a hole in it, in the place where you had been. I still feel like there's a part of me missing. A big part of me. It hurts all the time. Every day.

Io restai a fissare il vuoto che aveva lasciato, chiedendomi cosa diavolo ci fosse di sbagliato in me

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

No wonder Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoi's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city reservoir, he turns to the cupboard, only to find the vodka bottle empty.

Fond as he was of Pongo, Lord Ickenham could not see him as a breaker of hearts. Yet it appeared plain that his loss had left a large gap in this girl's life.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was of the air that I awaited.

Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her, And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.

Todo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos.

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: vacilé por las calles y las cosas: nada contaba ni tenía nombre: el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

I like for you to be still, and you are still far away.

Yaln?z bir yer, daha önce söz ettim bu yapayaln?z yerden, burada toprak okyanusla dolu, burada kimse yok, yaln?zca at izleri, kimse yok, yaln?zca rüzgar, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizin sular?na yaÄŸan yaÄŸmur, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizde artan yaÄŸmur.

Es una casa tan grande la ausencia que pasarás en ella a través de los muros y colgarás los cuadros en el aire. [Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air]

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü. Öyle uzak, ac?l?, ölüp gitmiÅŸ gibi sen. Yeter o zaman bir söz, bir gülümseyiÅŸ bile. Sevinirim, baÅŸka ÅŸey yok öyle sevindiren.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.   To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.   And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.   What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.