Quotes About Emptiness

That's what I've been for years. An unsister. An undaughter. An unperson. A girl with a hole for a life. How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what's left is all construct, all artifice.

I miss him, and the pain of it is a yawning chasm, one into which I yearn to let myself fall.

loss sings to loss

In the darkness, everything is different. The air feels thick. My skin itches. I close my eyes, but that just plunges me deeper into nothingness. It's like being out in space, drifting, without even the comfort of stars. It's like being buried in the earth, buried in my past, buried and trying to dig my way out.

It would be better to disconnect from everything, to float free from my body, to be nothing in an endless night of nothing.

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

Zgnije wszystko, co masz i czym jesteÅ›, stanie siÄ™ nicoÅ›ciÄ…. W nico?? siÄ™ obrócisz. NicoÅ›ciÄ… jesteÅ›.

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.

He said that all the story had gone out of me.

I taught myself to call them unmother and unfather. I keep the habit to remind myself of what they were to me, and what they will never be again. Remind myself that there is nowhere that I belong and no one to whom I belong.

It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

I watch every blow, every flinch. I have little choice. I can shut my eyes, but the sounds are just as terrible. And worst of all is Cardan's empty face, his eyes as dull as lead. Truly, he has come by his cruelty honestly in Balekin's care. He has been raised up in it, instructed in its nuances, honed through it's application. However horrible Cardan might be, I now see what he might become and am truly afraid.

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.

Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

Quién decidirá lo que es más horrible: corazones resecos o cráneos vacíos? La

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing.

I have no right to be sad about anything. No right to have therapy from expensive doctors like you for losing children who never existed. There is real grief in the world. There are real mothers losing real children.

Desolate' was the most perfectly beautiful word for how she felt. Sometimes

All around her was color: rich, vibrant color. She was the only colorless thing in this whole house.

her brother had not just gone into another room, he was gone, so gone, so silent, not a text not a post not a tweet not a word, and next thing she was struggling for breath and all she could think was, Get out.

Her brain couldn't seem to catch up with the news. It was like the way she'd kept rolling toward Will last night in her sleep, only to find empty space where he should have been, and then waking up with a jolt.

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing. Erika