Quotes About Emptiness

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

White... is death. It's hospitals. It's my terrible nurses. White is absolute horror. It is just the worst.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

There is no birth, there is no death; there is no coming, there is no going; there is no same, there is no different; there is no permanent self, there is no annihilation. We only think there is.

After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.

People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

The problem with death is absence

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

There is a place on earth that is a vast desolate wilderness, a place populated by shadows of the dead in their multitudes, a place where the living are dead, where only death, hate and pain exist.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Meditation is a refocusing on symbols. It's not emptiness. We are using symbols, doorways to step from one world to another, from darkness into light, from death to immortality.

The immensity of your isolation is horrifying

The last kiss is given to the void.

We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.

Prayer is an expression of who we are…. We are a living incompleteness. We are a gap, an emptiness that calls for fulfillment.

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.