Quotes About Emptiness

And yet, I am left with a kind of sadness that I can't quite explain.

There is something in me in the deepest part of me, at the center of me, something infinitely barren that doesn't weep when I weep that doesn't laugh when I laugh but seems to say eternally I'm here, indifferent to everything.

I miss you so much, I can't stand it Feels like my heart is breaking in two My head says no, but my soul demands it And everything I do, reminds me of you

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

One impression I had was how zero zero gravity is.

Sing little box Don't let sleep overtake you The world's awake within you In your four-sided emptiness We turn distance into nearness Forgetfulness into memory Don't let your nails come loose For the very first time We watch sights beyond this world Through your keyhole Turn your key in our mouths Swallow words and numbers Out of your song Don't let your lid fly open Your bottom drop Sing little box

our day is a green apple cut in two i look at you you dont see me between us is the blind sun on the steps our torn embrace you call me i dont hear you between us is the deaf air in the shop windows my lips are seeking your smile at the crossroads our trampled kiss i have given you my hand you dont feel it emptiness has embraced you in the squares your tear is seekinng my eyes in the evening my day dead meets with your dead day only in sleep we walk the same paths

There seemed to be nothing left in the world, for I felt that Roland had taken with him all my future and Edward all my past.

The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.

my well of self has run dry.

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

Hell is empty. The demons are everywhere apparent.

That profound darkness where weeping doesn't exist.

Love is a word from the old poems you read. In real life there is no love. Men come together like apes and birds. It is sweet sometimes to play with a woman, but the wind blows and there is an end of it.

This is no life. No life at all. But where is there any life? Nothing happens. Nothing goes on. Boring. Old. Dead. Ghastly." Every object around him was a sham. Whatever he took up turned to dust. The world was a crumbling affair not to be grasped or held. You fell from emptiness to emptiness. You carried around a sack of darkness inside you. Doctor Otternschlag lived in the uttermost loneliness - although the earth is full of people like him . . .

I only have the quite childish horror of the grave and of nothingness

If you cut out a rectangle of a perfectly blue sky, no clouds, no wind, no birds, frame it with a blue frame, place it faceup on the floor of an empty museum with an open atrium to the sky, that is grief.

Before my mother's death, I sat anywhere. Now I look for the image of the empty chair near the image of the empty table. An image of me sits down. Depression is a glove over the heart. Depression is an image of a glove over the image of a heart.

The way grief is really about future absence. The way the future closes its offices when a mother dies. What's left: a hole in the ground the size of violence.

At the end of the day, someone took the monitor and speakers away. But the music was still there. This was my first understanding of grief.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.

I thought that beauty alone would satisfy, but the soul is gone. I can't bear those empty, staring eyes.

Hungry Hungry Hippos is so depressing. You continuously chomp away at those balls and you are alone and it's your birthday.'