Quotes About Emptiness

Every failure hollows out my heart a little further, and no success is able to refill any of that emptiness.

The hospital was drowned in the bottomless silence that fills

we've become hollow men, stuffed men, heads filled with straw, no convictions or higher purpose…and for hollow men, the world will end not with a bang but a whimper.

Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one is a life diminished.

Any town can die without actually drying up and blowing away. It can be as dead as a ghost town even with people still living in it." Gazing

I would die of lonely.

He's a hollow man, he believes in nothing. Hollow men are vulnerable to anyone who offers them something that might fill the void and make them feel less empty.

an elevator. The doors of the elevator were gone, as were the cab and the lift mechanism, sold for reuse or for scrap.

Unrequited love.

She'd been only four, much too little to understand what was happening, when her mother walked out. She hardly remembered Michelle. Yet the loss was still with her, not really a pain, more like an emptiness, as if something that ought to be inside of her were missing. She worried that more losses would leave other empty spaces in her, until she would be as hollow as a shell from which the egg had been drained through a pinhole.

Beware actors who can be anyone they wish to be; they are in fact no one at all, cold and empty, though they can be pied pipers to the masses.

She has no family in the outside world. They are all dead.

risible. In the Community, none

the meaninglessness of existence.

That and loneliness.

A man who believes in nothing may look strong, but he's fragile. He can be made to believe in anything, for the emptiness in him yearns to be filled.

Everything we want is nothing here.

The engine has been removed.

The day in Pico Mundo when I lost Stormy will forever be the worst day of my life, although since then each place I go seems in one way or another to be darker than the place before it.

Sure, I can turn on the TV or music, but even then I can't turn off the quiet, the emptiness.

It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there…and then they're obliterated.

The part of me that's me is gone. I'm just part of this line of people. There's no me left. I'm nothing.

The silence in the apartment is loud.

passion is by no means the fuller life which it seems to be in the dreams of adolescence, but is on the contrary a kind of naked and denuding intensity, verily, a bitter destitution, the impoverishment of a mind being emptied of all diversity, an obsession of the imagination by a single image.