Quotes About Emptiness

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

It's like I've landed in the most perfect place in the universe. And then it blows up.

Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions. I used to find this interesting. Now it has taken on the taint of meaninglessness.

They still have plenty to say to each other, just not anything right now.

It is a sound like loneliness—enough to let you know you're there, but not enough to fill you with life.

But empty-with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.

Referring to Bogey's party: A lame excuse for all the idiots in our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless, consumer-driven lives.

All he feels is the bored emptiness of the flat, flat world. And there's no one who bores him more than himself.

I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.

I resent that the hours seem boring now, emptier. Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions. I used to find this interesting. Now it has taken on the taint of meaninglessness. [...] This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with. It was all I needed to feel.

You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will even miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

I still find it hard to see Ground Zero. I still find it hard to witness the nothingness. The lights are not a remedy for this. There will never be a remedy for this. But they are a strikingly apt presence. They are both something and nothing at once. They fill the space without claiming it as their own. They are translucent. They blur.

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.

We have fallen through the surface of want and are deep.

Really, he could be anywhere now, because he wants to be nowhere.

I felt there was a piece of me missing, a piece that had become so unnerved that it fell away without me feeling it. I didn't even know what piece it was-I just felt the gap, and knew that whatever it was, it must have been important.

We don't talk about anything. She talks, for sure. She talks and talks and talks. But we don't talk at all.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls. There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with.

Seria fácil demais dizer que me sinto invisível. Em vez disso, me sinto dolorosamente visível e totalmente ignorado. As pessoas falam com ela, mas é como se estivessem do lado de fora de uma casa, falando através das paredes. Ela tem amigos, mas são pessoas com quem passa o tempo, não com quem o divide.

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

Even though I was turned on and warm and with him…I thought to myself, I'm missing something.

Todo era mucho más sencillo cuando no quería nada. Cuando quieres algo y no lo consigues...puedes convertirte en alguien muy cruel

right at this moment, I cannot imagine it being any worse right here, I have been turned into nothing right now, I am negated