Quotes About Emptiness

EVEN WHEN IT STANDS VACANT THE PAST IS NEVER EMPTY.

Licht holt uit. Een mens zit ook zo vol gaten. Een mens zou geslotener moeten zijn. Op den duur kan men niets meer binnenhouden.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.

There is a hole in your mind.

Knowledge without action is empty as a shadow.

Whoever has a perfect vision of one thing, Has the perfect vision of all things, For the emptiness of one thing Is the emptiness of all things. – Aryadeva

Thus all apparent things that appear or exist are empty of any essence, and have only a conceptual or nominal identity. Not the slightest distinction exists between the designation and the nature of things that it symbolizes. For there is a constant coemergence, which cannot be realized by external means.

But for its designation the mind is empty and nonconceptual, which means Mah?mudr?. It is empty from the beginning, like space. The essence of mind is unborn [emptiness] and is detached from any substantive reality. Like space, it is all-pervasive. Neither transferring nor transforming, it has always been empty and selfless from the very beginning.

The primordial purity of mind is of the nature of space; There is nothing one can receive or reject.

You're dead mister and you died for nothing. You're dead mister. Dead.

Come back Kareen you'll choke you'll fill up like I'm filling up. You'll go down Kareen watch out please watch out. Come back Kareen. You're gone. You weren't even there.

That night I was alone in my room with the lights off. The radio was on and I was staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep much at night anymore because that was when the hollow, empty feeling was the worst. At night there's nothing to hold your mind to the earth, and you spend the entire time falling into an abyss. The only cure is the rising of the sun.

When the girl herself is absent, the room is like a blank page, almost no marks or clues to say anything about her, which perhaps does say something about her.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. The words come to him from a long way off.

De geest deinst terug voor zijn eigen afwezigheid, kan niet aan zichzelf denken als niet-denkend, de kilste leegte die er is.

There is hardly anything at all. His life is suddenly a large, empty house, with each vacant room waiting to be furnished. His made-up wife. His invented father. His pretend childhood. He wonders if it is possible to unlie yourself.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

The emptiness, the way his heels rang on the asphalt,was satisfying, emphasised his aloneness. A man alone, alone late at night with no one to say he should be home in bed.

around and looked down the street. Then he looked at the empty spot where the car had been.

words that would be howl'd out in the desert air, where hearing should not latch them.

cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells

But then I think about where knowing somebody has gotten me: nowhere. No. someplace worse than nowhere, because when you're nowhere I'm pretty sure you feel nothing.

Why was so much noticed only in the breach, in the loss, by the regret-filled longing for what was left behind?

Lifeless with a heartbeat.