Quotes About Emptiness

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

This is why, Joe, this is why I shouldn't be left alone.

And it felt like every time I turned around, somebody was either dying or walking out.

I think that you can use up your love. I think you can blow it all on one person. You can love so much, so deeply, that there is nothing left for anyone else.

Det er som en abstinens ikke å få se den man er forelska i. Du kjenner det, fysisk, i hele deg, hvordan du mangler noe essensielt, hvordan det som får deg til å puste, det som får føttene dine til å bevege seg, ikke fins lengre. Alt annet mister betydning. Folk sier det er vanskelig å slutte å røyke. Forsøk å slutte å være forelska når du er det. Det er umulig.

Er det virkelig slik, fortsatt han for seg selv, at livet dreier seg om å miste glede, at det er en reise som starter i hemningsløs og skingrene lykke, og for hver erfaring man får, så erstattes den av en refleksjon, og dermed forminskes den helt til man sitter der, tømt for all glede, kun bebodd av...tanker?

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer.

Damp veils of mist swirled around them. They were dreadfully cold (Moomintroll thought longingly of his woolly trousers) and surrounded completely by an awful floating emptiness. "I always thought clouds were soft and woolly and nice to be in," said Sniff, sneezing. "Ugh! I'm beginning to be sorry I ever came on this expedition.

Funny thing is, there's only so much you can fill up with earthly things. There's an empty place and a void inside that only God can fill and some folks never figure that out.

You know, I've buried so many of my friends, I got callouses on my hands from carrying caskets. Folks my age, or who would be my age. It's tough, sometimes, just not to find people you can sit with, talk to.

As for the ground of being, the text, Garland of Pearls, states:Dharmakaya is devoid of any form of corruption. It embodies the two qualities of emptiness and luminosity, and this natural condition is not subject to the influences of mental activities. It is unconditioned and all-pervasive, just like the space itself, therefore it cannot be represented as being this or that.

There are empty rooms, and then there are rooms that feel crowded, corner to corner, with absence.

Nicholas lay with his hands on his chest, thinking how hollow it felt, like an empty gourd. He had never missed having a family, though he had wanted one all his life.

Given the state of her room, it would have been no surprise to find her chest of drawers utterly empty;

In seeming contradiction of physical laws, time is heavy only when it is empty.

La muerte era eso: no ver más a alguien. O no haber visto nunca a alguien.

It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Home, to me, was any place by my mother's side. Since my mother's death, the idea of home has assumed many forms. I use the word loosely to refer to India, Nepal and even Tibet when I am in San Francisco. Home is a place that is always imminent but never present. Or maybe it is the very opposite, maybe I am at ease whenever I am and the feeling of not belonging to any one place is a condition of being at home.

True compassion is undirected & holds no conceptual focus. That kind of genuine, true compassion is only possible after realizing emptiness.

Through recognizing and realizing the empty essence, instead of being selfish and self-centered, one feels very open and free

Whatever depends on conditions Is empty of inherent existence, What excellent instruction could there be, More amazing than these words?

Gegyen told us that the sound of the bell was the sounds of emptiness and represented feminine wisdom. Leaning back and squinting so that his eyes practically disappeared, he said, "All that appears as solid is merely appearing and has no essential nature. What we think of as real is like the places and people we see in dreams." Then he laughed, grinning toothlessly, and looked at us nodding, "Ok, let's do that again.

At night, without the distant hint of sunlight, the room felt colder and more hollow. Clay stretched up and sniffed at the darkness that had fallen on the other side of the hole. He thought it smelled like stars.

EVERYTHING HURTS AND I HATE THE WORLD.