Quotes About Emptiness

Entities do not exist In their causes, in their conditions In aggregations of many things, or in individual things Therefore, all entities are empty.

Porque todo es vacuidad, todo puede ser.

Since all is empty, all is possible.

Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

Without you, I would be a monster.

Do you truly feel nothing?" she whispered. "Are you without fractures?" "It's better this way." His eyes kissed her with frost. "The day I feel is the day I die.

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

No one goes through life with a whole heart.

Skin chilling, she realized he had no more in him.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.

All my loves leave me in the winter snow.

With time, material things—once we let go—have a way of not having the significance we've pinned to them.

restaurants and shops close and it becomes a ghost town"—their words of warning only made the sisters

Bobby's death was like if you'd spent nearly twenty years reading a book and were only halfway through when the book got lost or taken away from you. For the rest of your life, all you could do was guess the end.

A week later, I walked to Gwyneth's house. She and Dorothy and I shared tea and we wept for Jacob. We talked. We smiled a little. Then I left and waited for Cullah, and thought what a great emptiness was left by Jacob's passing. At last, I sat at the front door, on the chair where Patience had died. I held my hands folded at my heart, and ached for all who had passed from my world

He sees dilapidated three- and four-story concrete blocks, their walls painted in peeling pastel colors and streaked with graffiti, and because of the corrugated tin roofs, he again thinks of the reserve, which he also doesn't know. Sunlight. Black people staring at him. Tropical greenery. Tough dusty roots and grasses, leaves and vines. Gutted buildings. Ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA. Cement walls give onto gapingly empty ideas of rooms.

Yes. That's the way it is. No one's amazed by what you've been up to. For all these years, you've been performing those exhausting acrobatics not to a distant gallery, but to an empty house.

With his passing, it seemed the sun stopped shining on our family.

Anche se finalmente aveva trovato un nome, non era rimasto più nessuno che potesse chiamarlo in quel modo. Eppure Johan era un così bel nome.

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

I missed him desperately, even though he'd said he hated me, even though his anger—the rampage at his house, the X through his yearbook page, the cruel way he withdrew from everyone—scared me. I didn't care if he wasn't my boyfriend, or even my friend. He was my Jonah. I felt more alone without him now than I'd ever felt before I met him. My life had a hole in it.

He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.

He felt like an empty bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty water.