Quotes About Emptiness

Eventually, my tears give out, my voice goes, and my throat is so raw that my body battles against my mind and shuts down my crying. There is nothing left in me now.

It's been too many nights of being with to now be suddenly without.

A woman who had fallen out of love with her life

It was only then, raising my water glass in his name, that I knew what it meant to miss someone who was so many miles and hours away, just as he had missed his wife and daughters for so many months.

I grow sad looking at all those brand-new suitcases, all of them empty, waiting for a traveler, waiting for various things to fill them, waiting for someplace to go.

Even those family members who continue to live seem dead somehow, always invisible, impossible to touch.

He looked at her, in her red plaid skirt and strawberry T-shirt, a woman not yet thirty, who loved neither her husband nor her children, who had already fallen out of love with life.

There were black mountains on which nothing, no grass or trees, seemed to grow. Thin lines that twisted unpredictably, with tributaries arriving nowhere. Not rivers, but roads.

There had been nothing worse than waiting for it to come; the void that followed was easier to bear than the solid weight of those days.

One thing living in Japan did for me was to make me feel that what is left out of a work of art is as important as, if not more important than, what is put in.

If you miss someone too much you turn into them... though it doesn't seem to work for the Christian Church.

My mind feels like a beehive without the buzz.

When 'Mama's Family' was canceled, I was stunned that the phone didn't ring anymore.

I think that Mr. Obama is not just inexperienced; he is also hampered by a distinct inner emptiness - not an emptiness that comes from stupidity or a lack of ability but an emptiness that has been actually nurtured and developed as an adaptation to the political world.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

The theater had seating for two hundred people. You know how many seats were filled on opening night? Thirty. That's right. Thirty. When I looked out and saw all that emptiness, my heart sank to the bottom. I was so naïve, assuming people would just show up. On top of that, I'd booked the theater for Fourth of July weekend. I had a lot

If you have the courage to touch life for the first time, you will never know what hit you. Everything man has thought, felt and experienced is gone, and nothing is put in its place.

I painted the lines and colours that affected my inner eye. I painted from memory without adding anything, without the details that I no longer saw in front of me. This is the reason for the simplicity of the painting, their obvious emptiness. I painted the impressions of my childhood, the dull colours of a forgotten day.

Street deserted because the people were forced to do so.

The human brain is like a railroad freight car -- guaranteed to have a certain capacity but often running empty.

On the bad days, there is no color. I know there are colors. I can see the colors, but the world looks gray. The sounds are muffled by a crackling web of static that sits behind my eyes and buzzes in my ears.

It's sinful with him and lonely without him.

It is said that, "Nature has a horror of emptiness" (horror vacui). The spiritual counter-truth here is that, "the Spirit has a horror of fullness". It is necessary to create a natural emptiness—and this is what renunciation achieves—in order for the spiritual to manifest itself.

The more I got to know you, the more I began to see that something was missing. Something I had convinced myself that I didn't need.