Quotes About Emptiness

O consolo trazido pelas garrafas e pelos livros se apagou num segundo, não deixando em seu olhar nada além de vazio e dor.

On raske igatseda millegi järele, mis on kogu aeg olemas. Puudumine toidab kiindumust.

El silencio más obvio era una calma inmensa y resonante, constituido por las cosas que faltaban

There is no joy!" Lanre shouted in an awful voice. Stones shattered at the sound and the sharp edges of echo came back to cut at them. "Any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. I am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. I sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing." Selitos saw nothing but emptiness behind his eyes.

I'd grown so accustomed to finding her that now I caught glimpses of her when she wasn't there.

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!

Sus excrementos era todo lo que daba al mundo; ni una sonrisa, ni un grito, ni un destello en la mirada, ni siquiera el propio olor.

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself

Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.

There was no smell, no texture, no temperature to it. It had as much substance as a politician's promise.

Now things sucked worse than a vampire after a four day fast. Only

I hated the soup and felt little for the can.

It's not so easy writing about nothing.

Christmas was coming and there was a pervasive melancholy, as if everyone simultaneously remembered they had nowhere to go. Even

There were no ashtrays and no sign of my philosophic cowpoke. I sensed he had been heading this way and most likely, spotting the spanking new paint job, just kept on going. I looked around. Nothing to hold me here, either, not even the dried carcass of a dead bee.

where there were angels I saw no one. nothing. not even space.

Will you take a picture? she said. I looked down at the bleak panorama and shook my head. How could I take a picture of nothing?

I'm sure I could write endlessly about nothing. If only I had nothing to say.

Cuándo deja algo de ser hermoso, un aspecto fiel del corazón, para convertirse en algo desviado, ligeramente apartado del eje, y después precipitarse en un vacío obsesivo?

They had come to the end of what they could talk about. Beyond that point there was nothing: the random thoughts of men who knew nothing.

The world was full of holes, tiny apertures of meaninglessness, microscopic rifts that the mind could walk through, and once you were on the other side of one of those holes, you were free of yourself, free of your life free of your death, free of everything that belonged to you.

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within.

Pero cuando la fe desaparece, cuando comprendes que ni siquiera te queda las esperanza de recuperar la esperanza, entonces tiendes a llenar los espacios vacíos con sueños, pequeña fantasías y cuentos infantiles que te ayuden a sobrevivir.