Quotes About Emptiness

I'm alone and nobody is in the mirror

But the man who by such devices is the more imprisoned within a workaday world now made amusing no longer misses real festivity; he does not notice the emptiness. And thus he even stops grieving over his loss – and the loss thereby is finally sealed.

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The body is not the Bodhi tree. The mind, no mirror bright. Since nothing is there, on what should dust alight?

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

Ned felt vaguely insulted. And unimportant. It was one thing to hide away from the world. It was quite another to discover the world didn't miss you when you were gone.

Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me.

I've given you my emptiness: it may not be unlike your emptiness: in voyages, there are wide reaches of water with no islands:

The best way to imagine how big the emptiness of nature is, is to jam it with humanity.

Rebecka laughs through her tears. There is almost too much laughter. It bubbles over because she has cried so much she has created an empty space, ready to be filled with another feeling.

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

And as man turned from the light of day, all that was left to him was the endless night. Without contrast, he threw open his arms, and darkness took hold.

You cannot imagine how much I miss you... The house does not feel the same. I keep feeling that you are here or thinking that I see you. I even think that I can hear you some afternoons...I go out to see... I look for you, but I can't find you. My life is not the same without you.

Qué es la felicidad? Nada. Una palabra para designar algo que siempre ocurre en el pasado, y, como siempre ocurre en el pasado, resulta que nunca ocurrió.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

IBELIEVE IN BLACK HOLES. I believe that as the universe empties into nothingness, past and future will smack together in the last swirl around the drain.

You're the muscle I cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) the flesh back, the real thing, if only to rail against it, if only to argue and fight, if only to miss a solve-able absence.

I don't know what most people mean when they use the word love. If they haven't contorted their lives around a hope sharp enough to bleed them empty, then I think they're just kidding. A

You know what you are?" she said. "You're a survivor who has nothing to live for.

It wasn't that I didn't know anyone's phone number—I didn't—it was that only at this moment did I realize I had no one to call. There wasn't a woman, a colleague, or even a relative that I had to contact. Didn't I have a single friend?

It's hard to imagine losing a family, to have someone you love just disappear like that.

This feeling of being in proximity to something that's lost to you, it seems like my whole life right now.

Do you think the Dear Leader's line should be read 'Love knows no replacement,' as if it's unthinkable to search for a substitute for love, or 'Love knows no replacement,' suggesting that love is sentient and is itself at a loss to comprehend its absence?