Quotes About Emptiness

Los hombres no son más que muñecos rellenos de aserrín recogido en los montones de basura donde todos los muñecos anteriores había sido tirados.

Los hombres no son más que muñecos rellenos de aserrín recogido en los montones de basura donde todos los muñecos anteriores habían sido tirados.

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. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

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 liquefy 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; and then I would find that I had forgotten the name of the jar.

He never saw Molly again.

How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you'd ever had them. (...) You didn't wake up every morning and say yes and yes to every little thing. But little things were what it was all made of. Or just somebody to see, there, when you woke up.

The room was empty, aside from the wide pink bedslab and two nylon bags, new and identical, that lay beside it. Blank walls, no windows, a single white-painted steel firedoor. The walls were coated with countless layers of white latex paint. Factory space. He knew this kind of room, this kind of building; the tenants would operate in the interzone where art wasn't quite crime, crime not quite art.

How she felt, now, was just the way she'd felt that day she'd come back to the trailer and found her mother all packed up and gone. No message there but a can of ravioli in a pot on the stove, with the can-opener propped up beside it. She hadn't eaten that ravioli and she hadn't eaten any since and she knew she never would.

Yet what it most nearly resembles, that place where history turns, is the Hole he has posited at the core of his being: an emptiness, as devoid of darkness as it is of light.

When Lowbeer wished a conversation in public to be private, which she invariably did, London emptied itself around her.

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

It is not they who have closed but I. I've cut myself away. I'm alone, and lonely. What frightens me is that I've not become lonely now, but have looked inside and seen that I was, already. How long has that been going on?

Vessels knocked together for hour upon hour, like bones, like someone infinitely stupid and patient at the door of an empty house.

A vacant mind is open to all suggestions, as the hollow mountain returns all sounds.

What I am leaving behind—I cannot articulate what it is, but I know I will not find it, ever, in America.

I have a box at school, Storm, filled with photos of friends and famiy. They have one thing in common. They're all dead. How long 'til add your name to the list, huh? What am I suppposed to do, keep on going 'til there's no one left I love?

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

Going through the motions, like a person who was already dead and just didn't know it yet.

Walter was all alone in a huge, empty room with no windows.

But this vast empty room was the loneliest, most awful place he had ever been. Its

Coldness in everything. It comes from a long way off; it gets into everything. One must get out of the way before it reaches the core. If it does that, one won't feel even the coldness any more. Do you see what I mean?

Las adicciones —ya sean al azúcar, a la cocaína, al trabajo o al sexo— están ligadas al dolor emocional y a la sensación de vacío, y vienen de la falta de vínculos sociales y de una autoestima baja.