Quotes About Emptiness

Mourning is a bitch. And it's a process. You're just not finished with it." "That's the point," she said. "I think I am. At least I want to be. I am so sick and tired of waking up feeling like someone tore off one of my limbs. Every morning, for just a few seconds, I forget. I wake up and it hasn't happened yet. There's nothing but emptiness and calm. And then it comes crashing down and I hate it. I hate it so much.

Being needed was a handy trick. It could fill you up so full you never even noticed all the places that were empty.

There's grief and then there's the loneliness of grief. The way it's just yours and yours alone.

It was strange to have those papers signed. Like any big project or crisis that takes every waking and non-waking moment in your life, it was odd to have it concluded. A move, a college degree, a wedding--something long-strived-for is completed, whatever the outcome, and there is a huge space where it all once was. All that open time now, and a continuing nagging sense that there's something you need to be doing.

Her whole life is devouring her, slow second by slow second.

And, oh, I am riding such a high, full wave of love that I have to fall. Of course I have to. Of course, because life and love is joy and pain, fullness and emptiness, highs and lows, tide in, tide out. I will have to fall hard from that high wave, smack right down on my sorry face, but we are not at that part of the story yet.

I can say infinite for you to stay, but sadly it only took one from you to break us away and us separate ways

Black and white, vacuum of cosmos vis-à-vis occupancy of skies.

Music fills the emptiness of our souls with the indescribable universal ecstasy

Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.

True life Is Life Of emptiness and focused.

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

By giving up what you are holding, you create emptiness to receive.

Everything is nothing.

We often feel proud of our knowledge even when it is filled with emptiness.

I felt no passion, no jealousy, no nostalgia. I was hollow, clear-headed, clean, and as emotionless as an aluminum pot.

I like the sound of 'claps of no sound..

The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even tho' it is vast and empty and untouchable... and knows no kindness with all its beauty.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

You take it for granted that it's always going to be that way; then without warning, it's gone. In an instant, all you're left with are the things you wanted to say, the hopes and dreams you'll never realize, a hole where your heart used to be.

It is possible to refine awareness itself so much that the emptiness of things, and the role mental construction plays, becomes a directly apprehended reality.

We could go up to the top of the hill, and restructure our entrance, do away with the contradiction of being nowhere but here, the assumed proportion of a presence that will always escape, of being nowhere but near the presumed indifference that solicits our wakefulness. Day begins its indiscreet translation once again, flowing through the pearl white of loss, or the indelible deep blue of fractured words. Remove emptiness. Replace nothing.

ANTIGONE: Tell me the truth! I beg you to tell me the truth! When you think about me, when it strikes you suddenly that I am going to belong to you?do you have the feeling that?that a great empty space is being hollowed out inside you, that there is something inside you that is just?dying? HAEMON: Yes, I do, I do.

Smile and others will smile back. Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile... Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.