Quotes About Emptiness

We said a lot of things; we said nothing.

And what is love anyway but the unattainable, the reaching out toward an illusion?

Someone's elbow dug into my back, another woman's feet were two inches from my face. How was it possible, packed so close, to be so utterly and miserably alone?

She sat on the toilet and cradled the miscarriage her husband beat out of her, as if it was alive. And her eyes were like an endless well where you could not see the bottom.

Nothing outside of a living relationship with Christ can ever fill the emptiness inside.

empty can back on the bar. There wasn't anything here for me, my head hurt, I was tired, and it was possible that I'd lose my patience, so I figured the best thing for it was to go

My world fell away from me. Agony stabbed my chest.

My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of sand and tumbleweed.

When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

I thought suddenly, what is the meaning of all these things? All these bags and bags I've been packing? We could take everything we have with us. We could take every single thing that every single person in the world has ever had. But not of it would mean anything to me. Because no matter how much I took and no no matter how much I had for the rest of my life, I didn't have him anymore. I could have piled everything from here straight to heaven. None of it was him.

I learned something about grief. When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

Y está triste como una silla abandonada en la mitad del patio azul Los pájaros la rodean Cae una aguja Las hojas resbalan sin tocarla Y está triste en mitad del patio con la mirada baja los pechos alicaídos dos palomas tardas Y un collar sin perro en la mano Como una silla ya vacía.

Me miró supe que me hacía falta. Tanto tiempo me hacía falta.

It seemed to Rosa Lublin that the whole peninsula of Florida was weighted down with regret. Everyone had left behind a real life. Here they had nothing. They were all scarecrows, blown about under the murdering sunball with empty ribcages.

But there is nothing in me, just fear, nothing but the running of dark waves.

You still miss her?" "Yes, I still miss her frightfully. It's two years since she died, but I haven't got used to doing without her. I still keep on wanting to tell her things." "I know the feeling," said Louise. "I miss Mummy like that. It comes and goes. Sometimes I forget about it—and then the tide rises and I'm almost drowned. It happens quite suddenly—I never know when it's going to happen.

Loneliness is inside a person . . . It is possible to be lonely in a big city. If a person is contented and has enough work to do he will not feel lonely amongst the hills.

One can be alone without being lonely. And lonely without being alone. (Rosemary)

When you grow up without something, the lack of it is always with you. Even when you finally have it." Helen

being apart from you is like trying to live without breathing. Think

Consider this: on the first day of creation, before God picked up the pen to scribble in stars and moon, sun and sky (and the sea monsters of the deep); the Lord God looked at the margins around and wondered what might come to life in those edges of existence. What we would see as void and empty, God saw as opportunity. Eugene Peterson, in The Message, describes it this way: "Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness" (Genesis 1:2).

Hope is my enemy. It's worse than lies. It promises and it takes back. It teases and it rips my heart out.

only person I have left in this world is also missing. Gio

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.