Quotes About Emptiness

Listening to all my friends talk about they Grandma but me being left out because mines is gone...

The worst thing about being left out is knowing you weren't even a simple thought in any of their minds...sad

Oh I miss you, I miss being overwhelmed by you, and I need rescue, I think I'm fading away..

So sick of being lonely, so sick of being horny!

Everyone is sleeping while she remains awake and leaves reminders on her body of how much she hates herself.

Ever been so high that you wanna kill yourself? Dude, you haven't lived...Until you wanna die.

Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there.

Don't force someone to remember you all the time. Just stay silent let them realize how they will be without you in their life.

It doesn't make sense to let go of something you have wanted for so long, but it also doesn't make sense to hold on when there's nothing there.

Desperation for a relationship attracts a lot of mirages.

I don't want this moment to ever end, where every thing's nothing without you.

I miss your sweet voice whispering in my ear, your strong arms around me, your soft kiss, and your gentle touch. I just... miss you.

You appreciate some people most when they deprive you of the pleasure of their company.

But after the bottle was empty sometime that night, I was finally left with nothing but myself and my thoughts, devious cabdrivers that took me where I did not want to go. Now

But after the bottle was empty sometime that night, I was finally left with nothing but myself and my thoughts, devious cabdrivers that took me where I did not want to go.

Even if you are in paradise, it is still hell if you are all alone.

Something is everything for nothing and now everyone is ready to do anything to achieve nothing.

Those who sleep both day and night do have empty evenings.

You appreciate some people most when they deprive you of the pleasure of their company.

I no longer own my own mind. I don't even own my thoughts. After all I've done, finally there is nothing left. I am a man with no future.

The Bauls are without customs, conventions or canons. Their guru is sunya, "emptiness". There's no worship in Mosque or Temple or on special holy day. At every step I have my Mecca and Kasi [Banaras]; sacred is every moment. The great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore said: "Bauls exemplify the one and only religion, the Religion of Man.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.