Quotes About Emptiness

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again…

He's gone. I will never hold him again.

Aren't we all alone?" I asked with a rueful smile. "Yes. I think in the end, we all are, no matter what the songs and happy stories say. I guess it's just a matter of who we choose to be alone with." "That's why I come here, you know. To be alone with other people. There's isolation in a crowd. You're hidden. Safe.

Being alone is a terrible, terrible thing. There's no one to run to, no one to confide in, no one who cares what happens to you.

Nothing sadder on this earth than a human being without a cat. She

I miss you dreadfully!

In the very real sense we are, as the Buddhists say, a void. We are empty. We can become anything. Most people have very strong armors to prevent themselves from realizing the void. It's frightening. But once you've accepted the void, you realize you can become anything. You can fill the void with anything you want, if you have the psychological techniques to do it.

One must have a mind of winter, I thought, to behold the nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. - from The Snow Man, by Wallace Stevens

Riches do not so much exhilarate us with their possession, as they torment us with their loss.

Was this all there was to life, after all? You finished school, found an occupation, got married, became a father, watched your wife die, and then lived through days and nights that seemed to have no sunrises, no dawns and no dusks, nothing but a gray drabness.

The room seemed to have lost a certain essence that he could not pin down. Then knew suddenly what it was. The room was—lonely. For the first time in his life, he knew what loneliness was like. Until that moment the word had been meaningless to him.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

I hadn't heard it when I'd been in the house before, but when I was in the house before there'd been other people and things going on. Now the house seemed abandoned and desolate. Life in an Andrew Wyeth landscape.

The living room, dining room, and kitchen proved to be a waste of time. Another phone sat in the kitchen with another empty memory. I was having what we in the trade called an unproductive morning. The

And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

They told me that Billy would never come back any more, and I stared out of the window at the sun which came back, right enough, every day, and their news conveyed nothing whatever to me.

When he reached the wire gate he stopped and stood looking back toward the horse barn and the cow lots. Then he raised his head and peered up at the stars. He spoke aloud. You dumb old son of a bitch, he said. You dumb old ignorant stupid son of a bitch. Then

R?jaus maldel?: ...... (vardas) toks pats tuš?ias, toks pat mylimas, toks pat b?simas Buda.

He let himself into the security office and scanned the wall of surveillance monitors. Parking lot clear. Corridors empty. Cafeteria empty. Heart empty.

Why do my movies make people feel so dead inside?

Religion fared badly in so much of the history he wrote about, and yet he was constantly surprised by how much solace he gained from places of worship. It wasn't redemptive, nothing to do with conscience—more the strange sense of meaningful emptiness he found in these places, a quality that allowed him to disappear effortlessly. The

This was the only real difference between the two of them, an empty apartment, and another full of life.

He slept and no dreams came to him, his mind sinking into emptiness, the night devoid of shocks, of the heaving fishhook pulls on his heart, like lines tautening sharply against distant catches.