Quotes About Emptiness

Missing someone is hard, but having them standing next to you and not being able to find the words to tell them how much you've missed them is torture.

It hurts to have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms.

You can miss someone that died, you can miss someone that moved away, but the worst way to miss someone is to see them everyday.

Knowing somebody isn't part of your life anymore is hard... but the harder part is coming to realize that there's no one who can ever fully replace that person.

Sometimes you miss someone so much that you forget you are better without them.

I miss the way we loved I miss the warm touches I miss the way we cuddled I miss the kiss good night and the kiss good morning. I just don't miss you anymore.

You can miss someone who died , you can miss someone who moved away, but the worst is when you miss someone you see everyday.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but though you're still with me, I've been alone all along.

A house is not a Home, when your loved one is gone...

I miss you, like everyday. Wanna be with you, but you're away. Said I miss you, missing you insane. But if I got with you, could it feel the same?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z... I'm Missing Something. Oh yeah, I'm Missing You..

Losing them leaves this gaping hole in your life and nothing can fill it." He shook his head. "it's a loss you live with forever. I forget how much it hurts, sometimes for days at a time. And then it'll hit me again.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

My mother's abscence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

The house is still, like the breath has been punched out of it.

Loss flooded my throat. It had gripped me today with a fresh, cruel hand, reaching into my heart, tugging, reminding me of what I had lost... My mother's absence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music.

I never imagined I would lose him, she thought. Never.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

I shall have to miss forever some beautiful, wonderful things because of that wretched, lonely childhood. There will always be a lacking, a wanting -- some dead branches that never grew leaves. It is not deaths and murders and plots and wars that make life tragedy. It is day after day, and year after year, and Nothing. It is a sunburned little hand reached out and Nothing put into it.

It is day after day. It is week after week. It is month after month. It is year after year. It is only time going and going. There is no joy. There is no lightness of heart. It is only the passing of days. I am young and alone.