Quotes About Emptiness

It was not living, it was vegetation. We longed for death.

Come! our world is done: For all the witchery of the world is fled, And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

It's an apathy so absolute that it's like a hole you might fall in.

However gnawing a deficiency, satiety is worse... We are meant to be hungry.

Home is precisely what Kevin has taken from me.

unto me a son was born, and I felt nothing.

This was food without you. Our loft, rich with the international booty of baskets and carvings, took on the tacky, cluttered aspect of an import outlet: This was our home without you. Objects had never seemed so inert, so pugnaciously incompensatory. Your remnants mocked me: the jump rope limp on its hook; the dirty socks, stiff, caricatured deflations of your size eleven feet.

Kevin was a shell game in which all three cups were empty.

Kim sometimes thinks that women practice being mothers on men until they become actual mothers, leaving behind a kind of vacancy.

But when it is just me. Alone. With myself—there is no sunshine.

When she left, she took with her any sense I had of myself as a worthwhile person. Without her I was just this blank space. When she died my whole world turned black.

She felt a terrible hollowness open up inside her, a sense that she was all alone, that she had in fact always been all alone, that the corners of her life were folding in and folding in, and that there was nothing she could do about it.

Tallulah has not left this room for days now, maybe longer. The edges of Tallulah's days feel ragged and unformed. Scarlett still comes and goes with food and drinks and treats but Tallulah no longer asks her about the outside world because she no longer cares, all she cares about is sleep.

All of those messy Christmases, each a perfect gem, all gone, all turned to ash.

She felt a terrible hollowness open up insider her, a sense that she was all alone, that she had in fact always been all alone, that the corners of her life were folding in and folding in and that there was nothing she could do about it.

I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope—I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.

The world, when you look at it, it just can't be random. I mean, it's so different than the vast emptiness that is everything else, and even all the other planets we've seen, at least in our solar system, none of them even remotely resemble the precious life-giving nature of our own planet.

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

Songs that are just a vehicle for a guitar solo are very empty, just an excuse for a guitarist to show what scales he practiced last month.

One of the most painful parts of a breakup is having the feeling that your life is a story, and then the other person leaves and takes the story with them. And you're left there without it. You're left in this version of life that's basically a succession of events and interactions that don't seem to be going anywhere.

Useless, it was useless to get in since I don't want to go anywhere. Bluish objects pass the windows. In jerks all stiff, and brittle; people, walls; a house offers me its black heart through open windows; and the windows pale, all that is black becomes blue, blue this great yellow brick house advancing uncertainly, trembling, suddenly stopping and taking a nose dive.

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Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman.