Quotes About Emptiness

Aunque me quisiera con toda su alma, sería igualmente un amor de muerta.

Thing are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.

We stay silent for a moment. Evening is coming on; I can hardly make out the pale spot of her face. Her black dress melts with the shadow which floods the room. I pick up my cup mechanically, there's a little tea left in it and I bring it to my lips. The tea is cold. I want to smoke but I don't dare. I have the terrible feeling that we have nothing more to say to one another.

My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.

His blue cotton shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate-coloured wall. That too brings on the Nausea. The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it OUT THERE in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within IT.

Nu-mi simt trupul, m-a cucerit puritatea lucrurilor care m? înconjoar?; nimic nu e viu; vântul sufl?, linii drepte alearg? în noapte.

Neither sad nor gay is the desert—a boundless waste of sand under a burning waste of sky.

Pretutindeni aceleaÅŸi strig?te de spaim? ÅŸi aceeaÅŸi harababur?, aceeaÅŸi goan? neagr? ÅŸi greoaie pe str?zile unde lumina îÅ£i ia ochii, pfiu! Str?zile astea pustii, aerul care tremur? ÅŸi soarele ?sta... Exist? ceva mai sinistru ca soarele?

black, like the circle, did not exist.

But this richness was lost in confusion and finally was no more because it was too much.

The house was as empty as a beer closet in premises where painters have been at work.

It is useless work that darkens the heart.

I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

It felt as if things were literally slipping through my fingers. Things were just streaming away from me. I lost my sense of humor. I'm still looking for that.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

I had an Oscar, an Emmy, and yet I had this big hole in my soul.

There are holes in our lives that can never be filled - not really, not ever.

I have turned into a pumpkin I am poor The ball is over and I did not dance My heart stops beating I am sad Nothing can ever be so beautiful again Nothing can This is my usual corner I'm at home Here are the pots and spoons and darkness I did not dance and now I am alone My death drops down the chimney My heart stops

Their lives had stopped, frozen, as if in a picture, and the days were nothing more than empty squares on a calendar.

Ik had gedacht dat ik hem zomaar mocht opslaan in duizend lege beelden en toch vrijuit kon gaan. Maar hier en nu, in dit compartiment, in deze voortdenderende trein, schokten de duizend beelden over elkaar heen en vielen trillend samen. Hun collectieve leegte was zo smartelijk dat ik die moest vullen. Tot elke prijs. Als ik dat niet deed, zo voelde ik, zou ik ten onder gaan. Want het was een leegte die niemand kon verdragen.

Jill felt an emptiness open inside of her as she lifted her arm, a sense that something vital was being subtracted from her life. It was always like that when somebody you cared about went away, even when you knew it was inevitable, and it probably wasn't your fault.

We all basically live in a world that we define by the people who have disappeared.

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet.

with the sandstone cliffs of the Manuelito Plateau off to their right, the great emptiness of Black Creek Valley on the left, and clouds lit by the morning sun building over the Painted Cliffs ahead of them.