Quotes About Emptiness

Bodiless we don't suffer: in a dream we aren't hungry, don't mourn you.

I don't know how to be . . . an- ything but empty.

You used to take my breath away. Now no one does.

I already have no point of view except that of the fallen. I have no individuality, because I'm a deadened thing.

I have no needs. No country, no continent, no hope. I sit in blackness where I once lived. In magic, the only force I recognize. What is it? a face cries, skittering away. All that's left, I reply

It's all like me; and any song for this would just be bullshit. This is a thing, where they stopped trying, they deserted it, and desertion itself is the only possible song.

Hurts so—That's just loss. This hole within—

The edges of your wound surround a void

Deeper and deeper. No more lyric po- ems or love affairs.

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.

This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.

Perfecte gastheren. Vehikels die je kunt gebruiken en waaraan je plezier kunt beleven, en dan weg kunt gooien. De weggooimaatschappij breidt zich uiteindelijk tot de mens zelf uit. Daar streeft Phobetor naar, een wereld waar de mens niet meer is dan een lege huls. Waar daemonen oppermachtig zijn en de volledige zeggenschap hebben over jullie aarde. - Leo

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone.

The only reason any smoker lights a cigarette is to try to end the empty, insecure feeling that the previous cigarette created.

your pleasure, and that you can't live without it. When the nicotine level in your body falls, the Little Nicotine Monster triggers a pang around the stomach area which the Big Monster interprets as: "I want a cigarette." This is the nicotine trap—the ingenious way that cigarettes turn smokers into slaves. Each cigarette causes the craving for the next, to fill the emptiness caused by the nicotine leaving your body. And so it goes on, ad infinitum.

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

After Megan's death, Tyler spiraled downward into an abyss of steely blankness, as if Megan were the only color in his life, and without it, there was only white, black, and gray. He numbed his pain with booze, and slowly, wrenchingly, pulled away from all of us, isolating himself in an angry cocoon, where none of us could reach him and he didn't want to be reached.

Sweetheart, when you lose someone, you lose a little bit of yourself, too. And that missing piece? Sometimes you have to lose the rest of yourself to find it.

Hes gone. Hes just gone.

No! I need to go home," I say, but then the realization comes: My mother was my home. My mother is dead.

And no matter how many people surround you, that is still the loneliest place on earth.

Se levantó con brusquedad y se volvió para mirarme, y en aquel instante comprendí con una aterradora precisión que hasta entonces mi vida no había sido otra cosa que su ausencia.

Había sido demasiado amor, tanto como el que yo podía dar, más del que me convenía. Fue demasiado amor. Y luego, nada.