Quotes About Emptiness

I'd say it was a relief to have at last nothing, nothing, but I was too hollow to register relief, too empty to carry it.

Jasper's weight on my leg an aching absence.

Nothing to lose is so empty, so light, that the sand you crumble to at last blows away in a gust, so insubstantial it's carried upwards to shirr into the sandstorm of the stars. That's where we all get to. The rest is just wearing thin waiting for the wind.

Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can't bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with the sound even of breathing.

apart from the grey smudge of a tanker or freighter on the horizon, the sea was empty.

I went away full, but the LORD has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? After all, the LORD has testified against me, and the Almighty has afflicted me.”

Do not turn aside after worthless things that cannot profit you or deliver you, for they are empty.

Midday passed, and they kept on raving until the time of the evening sacrifice. But there was no response; no one answered, no one paid attention.

So they went and called out to the gatekeepers of the city, saying, “We went to the Aramean camp and no one was there—not a trace—only tethered horses and donkeys, and the tents were intact.”

Let him not deceive himself with trust in emptiness, for emptiness will be his reward.

Nothing is left for him to consume; thus his prosperity will not endure.

In the midst of his plenty, he will be distressed; the full force of misery will come upon him.

They are but foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one turns toward their vineyards.

May their place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in their tents.

they have hands, but cannot feel; they have feet, but cannot walk; they cannot even clear their throats.

For like the crackling of thorns under the pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This too is futile.

I heard the LORD of Hosts declare: “Surely many houses will become desolate, great mansions left unoccupied.

And on that day, in every place that had a thousand vines worth a thousand shekels of silver, only briers and thorns will be found.

We have heard of Moabís pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.

The waters of the Nile will dry up, and the riverbed will be parched and empty.

as when a hungry man dreams he is eating, then awakens still hungry; as when a thirsty man dreams he is drinking, then awakens faint and parched. So will it be for all the many nations who go to battle against Mount Zion.

Egyptís help is futile and empty; therefore I have called her Rahab Who Sits Still.

No nobles will be left to proclaim a king, and all her princes will come to nothing.

All the nations are as nothing before Him; He regards them as nothingness and emptiness.