Quotes About Emptiness

But he found himself picturing Qibli standing here, under this tree with Moon, and it made him feel hollowed out, like an ice cave.

When individuals reach the highest pinnacles of success, but still cannot satisfy the constant hunger to find true meaning in life, with no place higher to climb, they see it all for what it really is, a chasing after the wind. What's next suddenly turns into what's the point? The hollowness of life starts eating away at their souls. For some, the only escape is by ending their lives. Enoch - The Unannounced Christmas Visitor.

How has it come to this? Where once my life was populated with the living, now I seem to keep company only with ghosts and ghouls and the like.

He did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear. It takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking. He knew how things could stand bare, their essence having retreated on all sides to beyond the horizon, as if impelled by a sinister centrifugal force.

It was such places as this, such moments that he loved above all else in life; she knew that, and she also knew that he loved them more if she could be there to experience them with him. And although he was aware that the very silences and emptinesses that touched his soul terrified her, he could not bear to be reminded of that. It was as if always he held the fresh hope that she, too, would be touched in the same way as he by solitude and the proximity to infinite things.

These empty days. How do you spend them?

He still felt coreless - he was no one, and he was standing here in the middle of no country. The place was counterfeit, a waiting room between connections, a transition from one way of being to another, which for the moment was neither way, no way.

He did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear. It takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking.

Before her eyes was the violent blue sky— nothing else. For an endless moment she looked into it. Like a great overpowering sound it destroyed everything in her mind, paralyzed her. Someone once had said to her that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above. Unblinking, she fixed the solid emptiness, and the anguish began to move in her. At any moment the rip can occur, the edges fly back, and the giant maw will be revealed.

J'entends Des mots Rapides, uniques, Sans lèvres, sans son, sans sens, Tels que ceux formés par l'esprit qui rêve. Ce lieu n'est point vide, mais il est plein d'âmes.

Frijda made a very similar point when he said, "Grief often does not emerge when one is notified of death or departure; such notification consists only of words. Grief strikes when one comes home to the empty house.

The sidewalk was completely empty. It was Sunday, early April. An icy wind teetered trash cans and turned my cheeks to marble. In Vietnam we had no weather like that. Here in Cleveland people call it spring.

And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

after the town of Tehuacán into the heights of the rocky past, not a person in sight, the summits of these nameless mountains looking scalded and bare and terrifying in their flinty emptiness.

bleak and beautiful expanse of lifeless isolation.

accurately be termed wasteland

All that light, instead of giving an impression of warmth and activity, merely exposed its emptiness in a deadening blaze.

All the crockery in China had been smashed – flung over the years in all the periodic convulsions for which China was famous. All the blood-stained carpets had been tossed away. All the ancestors' portraits had been destroyed. All the bodies had been buried. It was a country of bare rooms and empty shelves, like this apartment

Our great gift as a country is its size and its relative emptiness, its elbow room. That space allows for difference and is often mistaken for tolerance. The person who dares to violate that space is the real traveler.

the way a backyard might look from a high window in the deep of winter: a skeleton of the world, a tract of abandonment, objects dead and obsolete.

I had felt myself not merely incapable of love . . . but even of guilt.

The reconciliation of nothing and reality and the suspension of time and space by high velocities replace the exoticism of journeys with a vast expanse of emptiness.

The speeches! They were filled with borrowed things--borrowed over and over again until the words were nothing more than a series of clichés.

I am still alive, Waking, lonely.