Quotes About Emptiness

Mi vida ha sido algo completamente vacío, sin sentido. He cazado, he viajado, he convivido con todo el mundo. Pero todo ha sido inútil... Lo digo sin vergüenza y sin remordimiento, porque sé que la vida de los hombres está hecha así. Es precisamente por eso por lo que deseo utilizar mi aplazamiento: para realizar aunque sólo sea un único acto que tenga alguna significación.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

Theo's words had seeped into her and calmed her immediately. The 'we' had been an epiphany, revealing to her a new identity founded on the strength of love. It existed both inside her and outside, through Theo. Never again would there be emptiness. Mama Fina had been right: there was magic in words. The 'we' had eclipsed her fear.

You are only partly alive.

she decided it was better not to have a man in her life than to have a man who wasn't there anyway.

I will write. And then I'll make a fire. O, how these lines will soar up, The pages fall back to ash Under the savage slap Of a long-lapsed emptiness! With what an arrogant gesture I will be outstripped by the flame! And the foam of ashes will quiver But nothing will be born from them.

I'm still tired and sleeping all the time and still not enough. My arms are just hanging down at my sides and I don't feel like doing anything at all. And I don't have any desire — for nothing, not money, not my mother, not Therese.

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

Questa ipersessualità potrebbe essere un mezzo per procurarsi quest'amore ora, da adulta. Ma non serve a niente, capite: nessun uomo, nemmeno cento uomini, possono dare quel che i suoi genitori le hanno negato più di venti anni fa.

what the space that is empty of bodies is filled with

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

????? ???? ???? Ne possédant rien comme mon cœur est léger comme l'air est frais

Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.

The book I'm looking for,' says the blurred figure, who holds out a volume similar to yours, 'is the one that gives the sense of the world after the end of the world, the sense that the world is the end of everything that there is in the world, that the only thing there is in the world is the end of the world.

The facility of the entrance into another world is an illusion: you start writing in a rush, anticipating the happiness of a future reading, and the void yawns on the white page.

The universe and the void: I'll return to these two terms, between which swings the aim of literature, and which often seem to mean the same thing.

Il libro dovrebb'essere la controparte scritta del mondo non scritto; la sua materia dovrebbe essere ciò che non c'è né potrà esserci se non quando sarà scritto, ma di cui ciò che c'è sente oscuramente il vuoto nella propria incompletezza.

if your cart is empty and the others are full, you can only hold out so long: then you're overwhelmed by envy, heartbreak, and you can't stand it.

Vuoto separazione e attesa, questo siamo.

and the emptied sky gaped like an abyss where, at the bottom, the stars had begun multiplying, and the night poured a river of emptiness over me, drowned me in dizziness and alarm.

The only contact we could have with the void was through this little the void had produced as quintessence of its own emptiness; the only image we had of the void was our own poor universe. All the void we would ever know was there, in the relativity of what is, for even the void had been no more than a relative void,a void secretly shot with veins and temptations to be something, given that in a moment of crisis at its own nothingness it had been able to give rise to the universe.

The world is reduced to a sheet of paper on which nothing can be written except abstract words.

they live for each other; their eyes are interlocked but there is not love between them.

Certi accenti di quel colloquio echeggiarono nell'anima sua come il suono delle campane nel deserto; lungi, lungi, percorsero spazi vuoti enormi, li misurarono, riempiendoli improvvisamente tutti, rendendoli sensibili, distribuendovi abbondantemente gioia e dolore.