Quotes About Emptiness

The dream you cherish and nourish in your heart are most noble part of your life. Those who stop dreaming and ignore their instinct are living a life of emptiness and frustration. Don't let this happen to you.

Life is tragic for those who have plenty to live on and nothing to live for.

Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

I always seemed to be in a lull, a strange pocket of emptiness into which no men came, and I was never threatened.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

Nothing,' I said. 'Air.' 'Those are not the same,' he said. 'Nothing is empty void, while air is what fills all else. It is breath and life and spirit, the words we speak.

i did not care. i would have no need of her. i did not plan to live after he was gone.

I did not mind the emptiness either. For a thousand years I had tried to fill the space between myself and my family. Filling the rooms of my house was easy by comparison.

Rien est un espace vide, alors que l'air est ce qui remplit tout le reste. C'est la respiration, la vie et le courage, les mots que l'ont dit.

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

Pronuncié su nombre, creo, y eso me traspasó: me quedé hueco como un bambú cortado para soplar por él. Nuestra respiración era el único indicio del transcurso del tiempo.

Il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra.

I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

It is like a tomb. This is what it will be, every day, without him.

I was a gray space filled up with nothing.

Soy aire y pensamiento, y nada puedo hacer.

The door closed, and the room swelled around me like a bruise. When she was here, I could pretend it felt small because of her, but when she left the four wood walls seemed to press towards me, like lungs that had breathed in. The window did not help, for it was too high to see from the bed and too small to take in much air.

No, she had no belief--none. She was completely alone with herself. The world was empty for her, but she didn't know it.

It was quite possible that she had lost the capacity to love and care anymore and that this is how she was going to be for the rest of her life.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. Then what resentful wonder, and what half-aimless seeking. It is a silly state of affairs. It is a silly creature that tries to get a smile from even the most familiar and loving shadow. Comical and hopeless, the long gaze back is always turned inward.

This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you.

But there is nothing. A high whine of nothing, like the absence of noise when a church bell falls silent.

All I was aware of was this hole, this gaping hole where my heart should have been. I read somewhere once that your heart is supposed to be the same size as your clenched fist, but this hole felt far bigger. It seemed to expand over my whole upper body and it felt cold, vacant - the cooling wind seemed to cut right through it. I felt frail and insubstantial, as if the wind could have blown me away.