Quotes About Emptiness

Why should anybody want anybody? Just have nothing, just need nothing.

One night. It took one night to lose everything. But maybe everything was nothing if it could be lost so fast.

Because at the end of a true story, there is nothing but waste.

What have we all, we who have nothing left but longing to be free of our lashed satiety.

How could I love him, Jessie. I didn't have a thing he wanted.

In fact, what makes Wallace the ultimate demagogue is that, behind his indefatigable scrambling, his ferocious concentration, his inexhaustible ambition, there seems to lurk a secret, desperate suspicion that facing him, aside from and beyond his political existence, is nothingness- an empty, terrible white blank. It's as if, when the time finally arrives for him to cease to be a politician, he will simply cease to be.

Who are we without our memories?

She stood up, went to the window by the door, stared mournfully out at the day. The rain had stopped. the sun had come out, burning heat through the trees, sucking the moisture right back up into the brilliant blue prairie sky, She saw the way this fierce naked light hit the empty street. She saw the sky with its thin line of evaporating clouds and tried to think about herself in the future. But no image would come. ... Nothing. The emptiness of it all filled her with dread.

Cats come and go without ever leaving.

He had no other life and no other knowledge; he knew that he could not live anywhere now because in his mind, slyly, there was nothing but horror.

If all you had ever felt toward another person were the cold wish to "win," how would you understand the meaning of love, of friendship, of caring? You would not understand. You would simply go on dominating, and denying, and feeling superior. Perhaps you would experience a little emptiness sometimes, a remote sense of dissatisfaction, but that is all.

Everyone is too young when their mother dies.

The emptiness of your knowing everything about things you want to change, can't change anything.

Life was nothing but endless torture. He no longer felt any pleasure watching the sun rise, his every waking moment was sour, ruining the taste of anything that could have brought him enjoyment. As he had never really felt that he was living, he was not afraid of death. He was even happy that, in death, he would find the sole proof that he had been alive.

Ich bin die Asche einer Glut, die ich nicht war.

Gott wäre natürlich prima. Aber er könnte, wenn es ihn gäbe, nicht deutlicher sein, als er durch seine Abwesenheit ist. So ist er das Wort für alles, was mir fehlt.

Zwei Freunde, die einander nicht sagen können, dass sie keine mehr sind - das ist das elendste Verhältnis überhaupt

missed her mother and her sister so badly it was a constant pain inside of her.

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

In a world filled with people, some happy, others like me, I feel so all alone.

Loneliness. It's a thing, you know, not a feeling. A big, ugly thing that moves in and takes over until you forget how to live without it, but you can't live with it either.

Now he watched the two of them, joined together against a troubled world, and he knew the lack in his own life.

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

The flame of love is now just a cold loneliness