Quotes About Emptiness

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

loneliness flowed through my bones with an ache.

He was a hostage of the void

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

Because the truth is, it's just a whole lot better to not let yourself get too involved with anyone, or anything. Because in the end - everything comes to an end.

you never really stop missing someone—you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

But in order to survive in this foreign world, I had to teach myself that love was very much like a painting. The negative space between people was just as important as the positive space we occupy. The air between our resting bodies, and the breath in between our conversations, were all like the white of the canvas, and the rest our relationship—the laughter and the memories—were the brushstrokes applied over time.

La única manera de dejar de sufrir consiste en mantener la cabeza vacía

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El hambre soy yo.

Marie n'éprouva rien, ni déception ni contentement. Elle aurait aimé qu'on lui explique quoi éprouver. Elle était fatiguée.

Guarda attentamente. La vita è ciò che vedi: membrana, viscere, un buco senza fondo che esige di essere riempito. La vita è questo tubo, flessibile, che ingoia e rimane vuoto.

Ha de sobrarme la mitad del lecho, y ha de faltarme la mitad del alma.

If you stare at a wall from four in the morning till nine at night, and you do that for a week, you are getting pretty close to nothingness.

I will tell you, I don't miss me and Bristol fighting, but coming home to an empty house every other week, you walk in there, and it's a reminder of the failure of the marriage.

My pops passed when I was little. I didn't have a dad around to tell me certain things. I didn't have my biological mother.

It's a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you don't have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own.

But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.

I sing about the things that I don't have conversations about.

When I got out of Job Corps, I was an empty shell. I didn't know what to do with myself.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

Something severed when my brother died. I was living but not living. Andy used to lie on the bunk bed and cuddle me - I was his lion cub.