Quotes About Emptiness

He knows as well as I do what the Why is. It's everything changing when I was ten. It's the bullying and the fear. So much fear of everything, but mostly death. Sudden, out-of-the-blue death. It's also me being terrified of life. It's the giant emptiness in my chest. It's touching my face or my skin and feeling nothing. This is the Why of me staying home in the first place. And the Why of me eating. And the Why of me ending up here. But that doesn't mean I want to die.

I feel a lot of nothing

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know where that elsewhere is.

Living in musty shadows and dismal, oppressive silence, Thérèse could see her whole life stretching out before her totally void, bringing night after night the same cold bed and morning after morning the same empty day.

A horribly bitter taste came into his mouth: the futility of everything, the eternal pain of existence.

He wept for truth which was dead, for heaven which was void. Beyond the marble walls and gleaming jewelled altars, the huge plaster Christ had no longer a single drop of blood in its veins.

On May 5, 1896, he wrote in his diary; "I have no longer anything to say; everything is alike in its horrible cruelty.

La nuit, je m'éveille, serrant le vide, serrant ton rêve.

The shelves had the melancholy emptiness and the false luxury of families where inferior meat is purchased, so as to be able to put flowers on the table.

À cette heure, elle voulut le mal, le mal que personne ne commet, le mal qui allait emplir son existence vide et la mettre enfin dans cet enfer dont elle avait toujours peur.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion- Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

he's the only person I have to love in the world. But you, Heathcliff, have no one to love you, and nobody to cry for you when you die!

Something is happening to me, Nelly. I can feel a strange change coming in my life, and its shadow is hanging over me. I'm not interested in living any more – I can hardly even remember to eat or drink. I hate to see Catherine and Hareton because they remind me so much of Cathy. But then – everything I see reminds me of her! I see her in every cloud and tree. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by her.

I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.  And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have, I'm positive; the people here.  How dreary to meet death, surrounded by their cold faces! 

How often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear

Ima prostora i za vas i za vaš ponos, mislim ovdje, u ku?i. Soba je prazna; možete je imati svu za sebe i za ?avla koji se uvijek na?e u takvom lošem društvu!

Se tudo o mais perecesse e ele ficasse, eu continuaria, mesmo assim, a existir; e, se tudo o mais ficasse e ele fosse aniquilado, o universo se tornaria para mim uma vastidão desconhecida, a que eu não teria a sensação de pertencer.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream that vanished with the morn: