Quotes About Emptiness

Study institutions may become visible when the head is more emptied of imaginings.

Las instituciones de estudio se hacen más visibles cuando la cabeza está más vacía de imaginaciones.

Counsels of Bahaudin You want to be filled. But something which is full has first to be emptied. Empty yourself so that you will fill properly, by observing these counsels, which you can do as duties to yourself: First Never follow any impulse to teach, however strong it might be. The command to teach is not felt as an impulsion.

Consejos de Bahaudín Tú quieres ser llenado. Pero algo que está lleno primero tiene que ser vaciado. Vacíate para que puedas llenarte adecuadamente con el cumplimiento de estos consejos, que puedes realizar como deberes hacia ti mismo. Primero: Nunca sigas ningún impulso para enseñar, sin importar lo fuerte que pudiera ser. El mandato para enseñar no se siente como un impulso. Pensadores de Oriente.

Hearing a crow with no mouth Cry in the deep Darkness of the night, I feel a longing for My father before he was born.

this boat is and is not when it sinks both disappear

sometimes all I am is dark emptiness I can't hide in the sleeves of my own robes

cut off everything from everything stand here the soles of your feet the ground your brain in the black nothing between

Jay couldn't fill that empty space with anything. Nothing brought him joy.

Recalibration comes from experiencing Nothingness, opening our awareness to emptyness as the ultimate reality and our essential nature.

Some universes must teem with life. Others must be completely dead.

Complete happiness is not present in the nature of humans.

Do nothing and there shall be nothing.

My darkest moments were those in which his presence was blurred.

There were the sad times, there were the happy times and then all the time between seems so empty now.

To become nothing is much more difficult than to become something.

I rocked you in my arms and I realized that none of us had ever been enough for Brick McGinty.

Music I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread.Now that I am without you, all is desolate;All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Alberta felt her face grow old and shrivelled at her own words. She was a shadow already, half old, distressing, comic. Something happened from year to year, suspicion became knowledge, bad dreams reality. A weariness crept over her, more intense and pervasive than any she had known before. It sat in her back, sapping her strength. She sank down into it as if it were an abyss, sank inwards into gaping emptiness.

Between them there was an aching void of forever-unspoken words - things that couldn't quite be said by either of them, perhaps things that couldn't be said at all. They were so close to each other that they could get no closer. This created enormous distance, which was heart-breaking but unutterable.

If only my heart were stone.

The point is there ain't no point.

The big weekend rush is on. The big city emptying itself out at once. Just a skeleton crew left to keep it going until Monday morning. Everybody getting out - everybody but me, everybody but those who are coming here for me tonight. We're going to have the whole damned town to ourselves. ("New York Blues")

No desolation equal to that of the pagan, suddenly bereft. For to the pagan, there is no hereafter.