Quotes About Emptiness

When the mind's an empty room The clear days come.

And so I learned about grief, and about the absence and emptiness that for a long time make grief unforgettable.

Our minds were driven out of the old boundaries into the thought of absolute loss, absolute emptiness, in a world that seemed larger even than the sky that held it.

We spend our lives trying to fill the empty places in our souls that love never got to, where there wasn't enough water to reach our roots; its those deficits that often have the biggest impacts on us and that shape us the most. Whatever the void created in those early formative years, I think it's part of who I became as an adult

We spend our lives trying to fill the empty places in our souls that lobe never got to, where there wasn't enough water to reach our roots; its those deficits that often have the biggest impacts on us and that shape us the most. Whatever the void created in those early formative years, I think it's part of who I became as an adult

Nature abhors a vacuum, and so, I think, do children. When an important person leaves, you try to fill the emptiness with other people, to glue the broken pieces together.

In mir wühlte eine Verlassenheit, wie Termiten in einem gefallenen Baumstamm.

Now begin Famines of thought and feeling.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Feelings of depression; feelings of frustration; feelings of emptiness in the face of all this randomness - done down by the haphazard, yet again.

People weigh more after they die, or seem to, and it doesn't make sense. Life should have weight, and leave a body feeling lighter, like a canteen emptied of water.

Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

Once I waked with a black void rushing under me.

He is looking down at her peaceful, rigid face fading into the dusk as though darkness were a precursor of the ultimate earth, until at last the face seems to float detached upon it, lightly as the reflection of a dead leaf.

Hello sister. Her face was like a cup of milk dashed with coffee in the sweet warm emptiness. [...] She looked like a librarian. Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done.

she looked at me then everything emptied out of her eyes and they looked like the eyes in statues blank and unseeing and serene put

Yes, we laughed, because I have learned this at least during these four years: that it really requires an empty stomach to laugh with, that only when you are hungry or frightened do you extract some ultimate essence out of laughing just as the empty stomach extracts the ultimate essence out of alcohol.

I think the story compels its own style to a great extent that the writer don't need to bother too much about style. If he's bothering about style, then he's going to write precious emptiness–-not necessarily nonsense... it'll be quite beautiful and quite pleasing to the ear, but there won't be much content in it. ~William Faulkner~

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep you never were.

not even as three women, but merely as three creatures who still possessed the need to eat but took no pleasure in it, the need to sleep but from no joy in weariness or regeneration

Our windows were dark. The entrance was empty. I walked close to the left wall when I entered, but it was empty: just the stairs curving up into shadows echoes of feet in the sad generations like light dust upon the shadows, my feet waking them like dust, lightly to settle again. I

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were.

Why are you Anse. I would think about his name until after a while I could see the word as a shape, a vessel, and I would watch him liquify and flow into it like cold molasses flowing out of the darkness into the vessel, until the jar stood full and motionless: a significant shape profoundly without life like an empty door frame