Quotes About Emptiness

mostly to the Richter Scale grumblings from his empty stomach.

There was an empty house on the other side of this drive, and I had no idea what it would be like to try to go inside it. There was nobody there. I wasn't driving back home—just back.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.

The heartbreak of finding an empty teacup when you thought there was one gulp to go.

No sane person fears nothingness.

They say there's nothing inside but emptiness,' Maureen told me later. I made no comment, but filled in by kissing her hair or something of the kind. Maureen had at that time rather droopy hair, possibly owing to lack of vitamins during the war, which she kept off her brow with a big tortoiseshell slide. Her brow was really beautiful, and so were her eyes. They had that gentle look of being unequal to life, which, as I later realised, always attracts me in a woman.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

For myself, there is something which makes suicide possible - not even possible but absolutely necessary: it is the vision of the void, the feeling of void which is impossible to bear.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Without love, our earth is a tomb

Codependence allows us to survive physically but causes us to feel empty and dead inside. Codependence is a defense system that causes us to wound ourselves.

The universe, it seemed, was full to brimming with lonesome places.

Carol's life had been so incomplete: a verb without an object

When I blurred the lines to soften them it was as if she began to disappear.

feeling angry and sorry for ourselves, or we opt for distractions and quick ways to dull the pain. This becomes a habit we cannot shake, and we tend to feel the generalized anxiety and emptiness that come from all this avoidance.

O caminho falso na vida é, em geral, algo a que somos atraídos por motivos equivocados – dinheiro, fama, atenção, e assim por diante. Se é de atenção que precisamos, em geral experimentamos uma espécie de vazio interior, que esperamos preencher com o falso amor

A crock of shit," Rick had called it. But actually this was worse. Shit, to quote Gore Vidal, has its own integrity. This was a crock of nothing.

Remember the flame, lad, and the void." It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

As Tam had taught him long ago, he formed a single flame in his mind and fed his fears into it, seeking emptiness, the stillness of the void. The flame seemed to grow until it enveloped everything, until it was too large to contain or imagine any longer. With that it was gone, leaving in its place a sense of peace. At its edges, emotions still flickered, fear and anger like black blotches, but the void held. Thought skimmed across its surface like pebbles across ice.

Blank eyes. Empty eyes. A doll's eyes. Eyes more dead than death.

There had been no wolves, of course. Not in a city like this. He wished it did not feel so – alone.

A weeping woman is a bucket with no bottom." Lini had been full of sayings like that.

Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty.