Quotes About Emptiness

I don't know how else to describe it. I am afraid to say: 'I believe in the dream per se.' Just as it is, just as it was, just as when I am empty of night when I haven't dreamt.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.

He hated confronting those lost moments, being presented with some detail from his past and having to look on it like a stranger. It made his life feel like a made-up thing. A net full of holes.

He was empty, and he was full. He was alone. Yes, he was alone among men. He was an alien, a stranger and sojourner like all his fathers before him. He knew now the anguish of exiles, the depth of their loneliness. And he saw that this was a gift, for it was the state of pilgrims journeying toward their own true home.

The desert is a place of desolation", the priest said. "But there are hidden springs in it. In the desert one must learn to stand still, to wait for God in emptiness. Standing still in this way is a purifying fire. One must not run from it, for it is a great gift." "A gift?" "Is it difficult for you to grasp, Aleksandr? I suppose it must be. May I tell you a story?

life isn't about searching endlessly to find what's missing; it's about learning to live with the missing parts.

My desires dropped away. I didn't long for anything. I didn't even have a name. To put it romantically, I was completely free.

But life isn't about searching endlessly to find what's missing; it's about learning to live with the missing parts.

The walls were bare wood now, unadorned by the maps and photographs. All that remained was the thumbtacks, which protruded in all directions, tilting like gravestones in a forgotten cemetery.

But secrets never, ever disappear, even after they are revealed. And that's the real secret right there. The empty space that never gets filled. The entropy of falsehood. The real secret is the secret itself.

No, she's not," she said, shaking her head, looking right through me. "She's the daughter of someone who no longer exists." 67 Iwalked outside, the interior of the Jordan home feeling toxic and ugly.

patio. From where I stood, he looked like a figure projected on a screen, luminous, distant and larger than life. He seemed to me at that moment the sum of every missed opportunity in my life. I let the feeling pass.

The world can be hard, full of trickery, Full of deceit, Full of injustice, Full of pain. But there is an emptiness waiting, my friend--a great glowing emptiness, Soft and fragrant with the essence of peace, The essence of serenity. You are almost there, my friend. The magnificent emptiness is the eternal harbor for your soul. Take my hand, friend. Take my hand and take a step, just one more step, And you are there.

And in that vast emptiness, two heads bobbed above the surface without a sound, just one hundred feet from them.

I can hear beer cans softly pattering down on the pavement, then nothing.

For a moment something struggles inside her. Then her mind empties and she surrenders. Fighting fate is too difficult. She must save herself to fight whatever fate throws up.

There is a moment when all hope disappears, all pride is gone, all expectations, all faith, all desire.

I know I should have ignored her. I should have called. Many times I almost did. I got as far as picking up the phone. Sometimes I even dialed your parents' number but then I wondered what I'd say to you. We had left it too long. How would we ever get around the silence, which was like an elephant sitting in the room?

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All I knew was that once again I found myself alone, with even less desire to live and nothing to look forward to but aggravations.

We turn our eyes to the heavens, and the heavens are empty.

Cand iubirea a disparut, viata devine oarecum conventionala si silnica; pastrezi o forma umana, comportamentele obisnuite, un soi de structura, dar sufletul, cum se spune, e gol.