Quotes About Emptiness

If everything you say gets laughed at... then you become afraid of everyone... and are no longer able to speak... even knowing all that does is bother everyone... Your heart... ....shuts down... And your words die....

And if when everything ends, nothing is left in my hands...that's alright.

What you don't know, what you don't understand…You can learn those things starting now. So let's change, okay? Akito. This is what I wanted to talk to you about before. If you continue to stay in this environment, the "bond" and the "Sohma family" will consume you. You'll feel empty inside forever. You'll never be satisfied. You've realized it too, haven't you?

He had not felt any genuine grief until the moment he accepted the flag, because he had hardly known his father and knew even less about what his father had done.

Without Pegi, I'm an island without an ocean

I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.

Maybe that was why Anna admired people with passion. A person's passion told a lot about who they were. Those without passions seemed to have a hollow place inside. One never knew what grew in that darkness.

For her the room turned cold, the colorful people surreal, as if normalcy was a gift others shared without her.

A person's passion told a lot about who they were. Those without passions seemed to have a hollow place inside. One never knew what grew in that darkness.

Even just saying I'm sorry feels so meaningless—like I'm trying to put a Band-Aid on a shotgun wound.

They're all dead. They're all dead and they live in holes like this one. And I'm in one too. Everybody. The world's a place full of holes with dead people in them. And the moon's a ball all full of holes too and inside them there are other dead people.

Sono tutti morti. Sono tutti morti e vivono in buchi come questo. E in uno ci sono io. Tutti quanti. Il mondo è un posto pieno di buchi dove dentro ci sono i morti. E anche la luna è una palla tutta piena di buchi e dentro ci sono altri morti.

The situation worsened when they arrived at Cadiz, because there was nothing for them there.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

you almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

Feeling nothing is worse than feeling anything else. I

these were people who'd gotten what they wanted, only to find out that it was the last thing on earth they actually needed (adulation, creative lift-off) to maintain their own mental equilibrium. This meant something.

If there is a conclusion it is zero.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No furniture, no light fittings, no carpet, no bodies. Not a single body. Nothing but the million ducks, the three million ducklings and a window.

That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad?

It's as though all I am is my job. All I am is an empty shell. I look all right from a distance, but up close there's nothing there, nothing behind the pretty whorls and the brittle exterior. But I don't have that job anymore. No shell. But if I don't have that then what do I have?

The lack was more in his soul than his body.

She felt hot, then cold, then nothing at all, like a bubble rising through water, then floating, then lifting free.

Everything rolls toward death, but only what lacks value rolls toward nothingness.