Quotes About Emptiness

the vacuum left by the departing visitor seemed to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times, when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no more guess, for then there would be no chasm of emptiness for her to negotiate when they were gone.

I don't know," he said softly. "I look into the future and I don't see anything else. It's like it's this big blank space where I should be.

Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that's 'cause I be missing you.

my eyes fill up with the missing of everything and everyone I've ever known.

He felt like he had lost something. Something more than his virginity. Like something had been taken from him and he could never get it back. He felt like a punk thinking this. Iris had given it up to him. So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling like some promise the universe made had been broken? Damn.

When we have no trust, the vacant space that is left becomes filled with fear.

My body has cried out for you every single minute of every day since you left me.

When someone you love that much leaves you behind there isn't as much of you left to die when your own time comes.

Already there was black rain inside me.

After a certain span of years, a man who has no family of his own becomes if not dangerous, then impervious.

We see first of all that leisure, instead of being a vacuum representing a break with society, is literally stuffed with technical mechanisms of compensation and integration. It is not a vacuous interval. It is not a human kind of emptiness in which decisions might be matured. Leisure time is a mechanized time and is exploited by techniques which, although different from those of man's ordinary work, are as invasive, exacting, and leave man no more free than labor itself.

Todo arte se caracteriza por un cierto modo de organización alrededor de ese vacío

Yo seré un gran muerto.

A veces se da uno cuenta, repentinamente, de que la vida es torpe y vacía, y se echa uno a reír

Qué hago yo aquí? A veces se da uno cuenta, repentinamente, de que la vida es torpe y vacía, y se echa uno a reír.

Así solo, no sirve para nada ni el dinero ni nada de lo que tengo. Ni yo mismo. No sirvo para nada sin ti. Te quiero. Soy tuyo. No sirvo sino para desearte, y quererte mucho, siempre, toda la vida.

No me hables, si quieres, no me toques, no me conozcas más, yo ya no existo. Yo soy sólo la vida que te acosa y tú eres la muerte que resisto

All over Alabama the lamps are out. Every leaf drenches the touch; the spider's net is heavy. The roads lie there with nothing to use them. The fields lie there, with nothing at work in them, neither man nor beast.

It is the religious sense – a "radical engagement of the self with life" – that alone enables us to fulfil the promise of the scripture that we might have life and might have it more abundantly. How sad it is that our quest for self-mastery and a widespread sense of emptiness and loss-of-meaning go hand-in-hand, yet we often fail to see the connection.

Came home to find the Sting CDs gone. Odd. He thought she must have taken the boom box into the kitchen to wash the dishes. But the boom box was also gone. He looked in the bedroom - the bed was stripped. He said aloud, "If the tampons are gone, you have left me." The medicine cabinet was bare.

Was it possible to feel love with an empty mind? For if the mind was empty, then it was empty of love too.

How strange it is to realize now that although I was frightened of the emptiness between us, that emptiness was not his fault but mine: I was waiting to see what he would give me, how he would entertain me. And yet I was incapable of being profoundly interested in him or, maybe, in anyone. Just the reverse of what I thought at the time, when it seemed so simple: he was too callow, or too cautious, or just too young, not complex enough yet, and so he did not entertain me, and it was his fault.

Love is like candy floss. you crave it and it looks very promising, but if you try to satisfy your hunger with it, there is nothing. Only a sweet aftertaste - if you're lucky.

this country is so new to us and so old to the world, and its emptiness should have been a warning rather than an invitation—