Quotes About Emptiness

Yearning hurts, and what release may come of it feels much like death.

Håkan realized now that he had always thought that these vast territories were empty—that he had believed they were inhabited only during the short period of time during which travelers were passing through them, and that, like the ocean in the wake of a ship, solitude closed up after the riders.

The absence of love is the most abject pain.

Nothing had anything to do with me. I was locked up inside myself and evicted from myself. I didn't belong to them and I was missing me.

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

A cidade está impregnada de vazio. Um carro atropela meus olhos com suas luzes. O condutor foge, pois é difícil me ver na escuridão.

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

How many men can say, as I must, 'I am a man whose only friend is the King of England'? I have everything, you would think. And yet take Henry away, and I have nothing.

When he wakes he has to learn the lack of her all over again

Every possession is a loss

Nothing hurts, or perhaps it's that everything hurts, because there is no separate pain that he can pick out. But the cold strikes him, just in one place: just through his cheekbone as it rests on the cobbles.

Far away can be too far away, when the wrong people are left behind.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

The world had to be sliced into hours to fill; otherwise you could go mad with loneliness.

The house of the childless is empty; and so is the heart of him that hath no wife.

Det fattades bara, det fattades bara att jag skulle gå genom livet utan att nånsin ha varit din.

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

Inimene ihkab armastust, selle puudusel imetlust, selle puudusel kartust, selle puudusel põlgust ja halvakspanu. Ihkab teistes inimestes mis tahes tunnet tekitada. Hing pelgab tühjust ja püüab maksku mis maksab kontakti leida.

One wants to be loved, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instil some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked.

It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.