Quotes About Emptiness

I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead.

There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place— well then, game over.

leave the gun on the table, this has nothing to do with happiness.

and suddenly darkness, suddenly only darkness.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.

We feel dissatisfaction because we have a nagging sense that somehow, somewhere, we've lost something. This is because we really have lost something.

I pull the door open and step inside, bracing myself for the heat and noise, but there is nothing here tonight. Just a few lights flicked on, running up and down the walls, and one long solitary bulb directly over the ring–a soft yellow glow emanating from the metal cage wrapped around it.

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

Sometimes when things get taken away from you it feels like there's a hole at your centre where you can feel the wind blow through, that's sure.

I got out without another word and stood in the snow and watched his old car disappear around the bend. His leaving was an ache that stayed with me for days. I would never see him again.

I have known tolerably well, a good many "successful" men—" big" financially—men famous during the last half-century, and a less interesting crowd I do not care to encounter. Not one that I have ever known would I care to meet again, either in this world or the next; nor is one of them associated in my mind with the idea of humor, thought or refinement. A set of mere money-getters and traders, they were essentially unattractive and uninteresting.

I know I had it - I could feel it, the way you feel blood in your veins - and now I reach for it and reach for it, and it isn't there.

It took Emily a long time to realize that Sarah was dead. Sometimes, waking from a dream of childhood filled with Sarah's face and Sarah's voice, she would go and study her own face in the bright bathroom mirror until she found assurance that it was still the face of Sarah's sister, and that it didn't look old.

Then he was gone, and Prentice was alone in a silence that rang with all his shrill, unspoken words. He was so alone that the only thing to do was lie back on the bed and roll over and draw up his knees like an unborn baby, staring with dry eyes at a cluster of pink flowers on the wallpaper, knowing he had never been so alone in his life.

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

I left her there crying as I walked toward the gate. A piece of my soul had died when Dimitri had fallen. Turning my back on her now, I felt another piece die as well. Soon there wouldn't be anything left inside me.

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know.

Only what?" I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. "Only… more human." And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. "Get out," I said.

My heart shatters. My world shatters. you will lose what you value most. It wasn't my life or even Dimitri's life. what you value most It was his soul.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.

I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has."- Dimitri Belikov (Spirit Bound)