Quotes About Emptiness

My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.

We've been joined at the heart since she was born. Now my heart's gone.

and he doesn't want to come back. Not even for me. Not even for Fern. We're not enough.

news guts me out like a fish. I'm empty inside. My mama's gone from this world? She's gone from this world, and I'll never get to see her again?

What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things

but in the city in which I love you, no one comes, no one meets me in the brick clefts; in the wedged dark, no finger touches me secretly, no mouth tastes my flawless salt, no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the humming in the ribs, the rich business in the recesses; hulls clogged, I continue laden

And of all the rooms in my childhood, God was the largest and most empty.

I learned for the first time that when we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them—as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.

When we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them -- as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.

I'm okay...in that kind of dead inside way

I know nothing, I understand nothing, I am unaware of myself. I am in love, but with whom I do not know. My heart is at the same time both full and empty of love. (Attar)

You must know nothing before you can learn something, and be empty before you can be filled. Is not the emptiness of the bowl what makes it useful? As for laws, a parrot can repeat them word for word. Their spirit is something else again. As for governing, one must first be lowest before being highest.

Our happiness is made up of the things we miss.

This is what happens to those who sit still. People who did nothing ended up with nothing lives lived on nothing furniture inside a nothing space doing nothing watching nothing being nothing. They became supernovas of nothingness that turned into black holes of pathetic shit as they sank in on themselves and disappeared from existance. People like that were not even missed.

Je n'ai envie de rien, je ne sais pas quoi faire, je ne veux pas dormir, je ne veux pas rester éveillée. Je n'ai pas faim. Je ne veux pas être seule, je ne veux voir personne. J'ai l'impression d'être en sursis. Je suis juste complètement défoncée. La vérité se fait jour avec lenteur et me laisse vide... A... même A... ce que je m'en fiche.

Je n'aime personne et je ne fous rien, je ne veux pas tenter de me distraire, ou de m'occulter la vérité. La vie est une saloperie, et chaque seconde de lucidité est un supplice.

Tant bien que mal, avant j'aimais la vie, parce qu'on l'avait en commun. Avant, j'aimais la vie, même sachant tout ce que je savais, car dans l'immensité du vide, il était là qui souriait. Aujourd'hui, je chéris un fantôme, un souvenir. Je pense encore à lui chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde…

Tout ce temps, tous ces visages, tous ces cris de jouissance, ces étreintes sans âme au petit matin, quand la nuit n'est plus, le jour n'est pas encore, ton orgasme prend fin, et tes yeux se dessillent, ta chambre n'est qu'un bordel, Baudelaire est mort et, dans tes bras, il n'y a qu'une putain...

Wszystko, co czu?am, to g?ód. Straszny g?ód, który mog?abym nazwa? brakiem, potrzeb?, bezsilno?ci?, frustracj?, pustk?; prze?ladowa? mnie, z?era?, a wkrótce mia? ?ar?ocznie po?kn??.

Strength is an empty shell.

Since everything is but an apparition, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter.

we should cast aside all childish games that fetter and exhaust body, speech and mind; and stretching out in inconceivable nonaction, in the unstructured matrix, the actuality of emptiness, where the natural perfection of reality lies, we should gaze at the uncontrived sameness of every experience, all conditioning and ambition resolved with finality.

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

I wake up in bed alone. The silence in my room reminds me of the emptiness in my heart. I failed at love--again. Except this time, it wasn't just me. I am haunted by the inescapable thought that I let down my beautiful babies, Max and Emme. I wanted so badly for things to have turned out differently.