Quotes About Emptiness

Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

I have to make do with a hollow heart full of holes.

The traces of my father's presence, which I had done my best to preserve, had vanished, replaced by an emptiness that would not be filled. I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth.

Since that time, I've had many similar moments, and I can never hear the words "family" and "home" without feeling that they sound strange, never simply hear them and let them go. When I stop to examine them, though, the words seem hollow, seem to rattle at my feet like empty cans.

I feel empty when Root isn't here," I said. I hadn't really been speaking to him, but the Professor murmured in reply, "So, you're saying that there's a zero in you?" "I suppose that's what I mean," I said, nodding weakly. "The person who discovered zero must have been remarkable, don't you think?" "Hasn't zero been around forever?" "How long is forever?

As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl's tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.

As I headed down the library steps, I turned back to look. The mathematics stacks were as silent and empty as ever. Apparently no one suspected the riches hidden there.

If it goes on like this and we can't compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it's completely hollowed out, we'll all disappear without a trace. Don't you ever feel that way?

When they were gone, a calm fell as though the air itself were breathing with infinite care. The owners turned for home, empty cages in hand. And that was how the birds disappeared.

goes on like this and we can't compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it's completely hollowed out, we'll all disappear without a trace. Don't you ever feel that way?

And what will happen if words disappear?

And what will happen if words disappear? I whispered to myself, afraid that if I said it too loudly, it might come true.

I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth

När jag blundade lyckades jag få en starkare medvetenhet om tomrummet som uppstått i min kropp. Det var fyllt av fullständigt genomskinligt vatten och inte det minsta lilla minnesfragment fanns kvar där. Hans händer rörde idogt om i det vattnet, men det enda som kom upp var små bubblor. Bubblor som genast sprack alldeles ljudlöst.

And what will happen if words disappear?" I

But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance.

I don't know. Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

People—and I'm no exception—seem capable of forgetting almost anything, much as if our island were unable to float in anything but an expanse of totally empty sea.

All the eyes flew away from me like mayflies, I couldn't catch a single one

I stayed at the port until the dawn broke, leaning over the railing, unable to reconcile myself to the idea that something that had never really begun was truly over.

Moshen has gradually stopped dreaming. The light of his conscience has gone out.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.