Quotes About Emptiness

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return. But I don't. I just desire him, desire him and desire him; and I wait for it to burn out. Everything I have ever gained has always turned to ashes after a little while. Why should this be any different?

She poured me a cup of coffee and I drank it standing by the back door, looking out of the back garden. I felt it scald my tongue but it did not warm me. It was heavy with sugar but it did not taste sweet. I gave a little sigh. There are some days when nothing seems right.

It's such a pointless unhappiness. I am so tired of it. Sounds odd, doesn't it? But I am so tired of being unhappy

It's not his friendship I miss,' Elizabeth said bluntly. 'It's him. The very person of him. His presence. I want his shadow on my wall, I want the smell of him. I can't eat without him, I can't do the business of the realm. I can't read a book without wanting his opinion, I can't hear a tune without wanting to sing it to him.

Al Hickey: [following the final shootout] Nobody came... nobody cares. It's still not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, you told me.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen.

in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.

poi scese una notte totale, atrocemente gelida, senza luci in cielo né in terra.

The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man's mouth.

Abyss is not an absence Though presence be destroyed.

There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.

Jess had never imagined that someone would be so empty that they'd need to destroy something that precious to feel full.

We can be lonely together

Because what Miranda represents . . . it's dead, as dead to me as Gwen's marriage is to her. I tell myself that, even as I recognize that Melvin's ghost has never stopped haunting either one of us. Dead doesn't mean gone.

He and his mother weren't close and never had been, really. In this, as in so much else in his life, Jess was alone

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one's own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding. But so many cling to their emptiness, and I fear that they may yet prevail.

Without Laura here, food is the only thing I love that loves me back.

But there was something so empty about the prospect of a Christmas Day without opening presents

There's a hole in you where your heart once was. And in its place, you've put history.

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible...

I am not only in a cold dark place; I AM a cold dark place.