Quotes About Emptiness

Whoa, Mother Hubbard. That's some empty cupboard.

Nenhum alívio há para o meu mal, e se me lembro das minhas alegrias maior é ainda o meu desespero.

To each soul its eternities and its voids.

In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.

Funcionarios" de la caridad, pero con un corazón estéril.

En enorm klods af en bog med blanke sider, hvor ingenting og alting skulle stå.

Does one love a statue?" she demanded. "Shall I caress a picture? Shall I rain tears or kisses over the mere semblance of a life that does not live, shall I fondle hands that never return my clasp? Love! Love is in my heart -yes! like a shut-up fire in a tomb,but you hold the key, and the flame dies for want of air.

We believe that Francis's spirituality embodies a convergence of mysticism, liberation theology, and prophetic evangelism that speak loudly to those contemporary Christians who long to do something about inequity and poverty, about consuming consumerism and driven emptiness.

When someone you love, dies, it's as if they leave you with half shares of your life together. The person you were in their eyes dies with them.

Among self-injurers, at the root of dissociation and behind all of the symptoms of traumatic stress, from numbness to loss of control, is a range of painful childhood experiences, including emotional deprivation, physical neglect, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and childhood loss. Because the combination of pain, shame, and grief from these early experiences often remains unresolved, feelings of dread and emptiness can build up and quickly grow to unbearable proportions.

Would it be better to feel afraid all the time or to feel nothing at all? She hadn't decided yet.

The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever.

Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.

Revenge could steal a man's life until there was nothing left but emptiness.

Freedom is just another word for when you have NOTHING left to lose.

When you drop all your ideas, fantasies and projections about who you are and what freedom is and remain completely empty, this is freedom.

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Death is mighty, and is no one's friend.