Quotes About Emptiness

she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet I know that I exist, that I am here. Now

Pamaž?le žengiau prie pabaigos, netur?damas nei kit? vil?i?, nei kitoki? troškim?,išskyrus tuos, kuriais teks užpildyti savo knygas, ?sitikin?s, kad paskutinis mano širdies pol?kis bus ?rašytas ? paskutinio mano rašt? tomo puslap? ir kad mir?iai atiteks tik lavonas.

Ni siquiera sufrí; me sentía vacío.

I couldn't understand why I was in Indo-China. What was I doing there? Why was I talking to these people? Why was I dressed so oddly? My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty.

existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing—not even a memory.

Anny kar??mda, dört y?ld?r birbirimizi görmedik, ama birbirimize söyleyecek sözümüz yok art?k.

She takes her pleasure and I am no more for her than if I had never met her; she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me.

I said to myself: Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?

My memories are like the coins in the devil's purse: when it was opened, nothing was found in it but dead leaves.

Ich möchte Ihnen so viel sagen, aber ich bin ausgeleert, sobald ich zu sprechen anfange. Alles ist wie weggeblasen. Sehen Sie: ich finde Sie schön, zum Beispiel; aber ich kann mich nicht wirklich darüber freuen. Es ist, als ob mir etwas fehlte ... (S. 64).

I poked at the white paper bag. There was nothing left inside. Just like me: a clean crisp outside and nothing at all on the inside.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

I felt wrapped in a fog of dull pain that hurt only enough to remind me that it, too, was without purpose, and there seemed no point to going through the empty motions of breakfast, the long slow drive to work, no reason at all beyond the slavery of habit. But

Aside from the fruit basket, the room was as empty as the inside of Dexter on the shelf marked SOUL.

I went to the refrigerator for a lite beer and discovered they were all gone. And at some later point I was sitting on the couch again. The television was on and I was trying to figure out what the actors were saying and why an invisible crowd thought it was the most hilarious dialogue of all time.

For the first time in my memory, as these passionate strange sensations washed over and through me and finally out and away—for the first time ever I felt something new, different, and unwelcome. I was afraid. I could not say why, or of what, which made it much worse, a lonely unknown fear that roiled through me and echoed off the empty places and drove away everything but the picture of that bull's head and the fear.

found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.

I found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.

Loneliness is an art form

What William wanted was of no importance, and he gradually lost his sense of self. He once described himself as an empty hole inside. If you have no sense of self, you are totally dependent. There is an emptiness inside, and the only way to fill it is to rely on someone else, someone who has a sense of self.

Only the Lisbon house remained dark, a tunnel, an emptiness, past our smoke and flames.

Ördögi kör alakult ki: nem volt kit szeretni, hát nem volt többé szerelem, nem volt többé szerelem, nem születtek többé gyerekek, és mert nem születtek többé gyerekek, nem volt kit szeretni többé.

He felt as if he were being violently emptied out, as if a big magnet were pulling his blood and fluids down into the earth. He was weeping again, unstoppably, his head like the chandelier in his grandparents' house in Buffalo, the one that was too high for them to reach and that every time he visited had one fewer bulb alight. His head was an old chandelier, going dark.

A természet sem tudott megvigasztalni. A külvilág véget ért. Bárhová is mentem volna, mindenütt csak magammal találkozom.