Quotes About Emptiness

Summer: Sitting at home alone all day realizing how many friends you don't have.

Death devours all lovely things.

Attraction and aversion create a sense of self. There is no self. They are just thoughts. They are insubstantial. When you die, all the ideas of self will go away.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst.Death isn't just an idea.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

Do you wanna play? Everyone's dead, so I got bored. Did you come to play with me?--Wrath

I lost my father this past year, and the word feels right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced. As if he could just turn up, like a sock or a set of keys.

Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.

The cold is lonely person's way of feeling alone and death

At the graveyard there was no hope, so there was nothing to lose and no chance for disappointment.

My Dad is everywhere and he is nowhere. My world tilts on a different axis, orbiting the sun of my own family- but still, I feel his warmth.

The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.

He couldn't count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

This was not [him]. It was a thing, with all the [him]-ness gone from it. Death takes the person and leaves his shell behind, like a hollowed-out tree.

Pain and betrayal and then nothingness. That's the death and she's almost welcoming it.

Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.

I can see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptierMy house on earth, what rich rewardsThat guerdon were.

it is sad to fill a grave with a person full of potential yet completely emptied of anymore possibility to try it once again.

Chip, she's gone, " and he said, "I thought I'd feel her looking down on us, but you're right. She's just gone