Quotes About Emptiness

Men who aren't enough like human beings even to hate—what one feels when they loom into view is just an overwhelming lack of interest, the sort of deep disengagement that is often a defense against pain.

Listen...You could spend a lifetime trying to understand the works of evil men. Their joys are not ours. They love to inflict pain, create suffering, cause harm and death. It empowers them, for beneath the skin they are empty and worthless.

Worship is the corridor through which we make the exchange of heaven. It is the avenue that leads us from the emptiness of this world to the fullness of the next world. It is the street that leads from decay and discouragement to renewal and glory. When we fail to worship, therefore, we confine ourselves to the despair of this life.

Worship is the corridor through which we make the exchange of heaven. It is the avenue that leads us from the emptiness of this world to the fullness of the next world. It is the street that leads from decay and discouragement to renewal and glory.

Psychologist Carl Jung, in his book Modern Man in Search of a Soul, wrote, "About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be described as the general neurosis of our time."3 Jung wrote those words in the early part of the twentieth century, but with every passing year and decade their truth has become even more glaring. Holocaust

Death leaves trails of mutes.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

It hurts that I can be so full of him while he's so empty of me.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn't ther

You are so close, and I can't reach you.

The spot was empty. Empty but not void. Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty-with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

This is what a memorial is: Standing still, staring at something that isn't there.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

It was so much easier when I don't want anything. Not getting want you want want can make you cruel.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

I try to hear her voice, try to separate that single pitch from the shouts and applause. But she's as lost to me as she was the night I cried and she didn't turn back to see if I was okay. Three weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours ago. And she's already with someone else.