Quotes About Emptiness

Im here and he's not. That I'm alive and he's…

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.

There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.

Theoretical and experimental physicists are now studying nothing at all-the vacuum. But that nothingness contains all of being.

We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft.

So I'm alone. I have no one. Is that what you're telling me?" - Junco, Range (to be published April 2013)

Head's all empty, I don't care,' he'd sing to me, quoting the Grateful Dead, and I'd force a smile, thinking that my head was never empty and that if it ever was, you could be darn sure I'd care.

Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?

Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

He'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.

…and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

I have lost my smile inside the dim nature of people.

Well, there's nothing hereafter. We are even madder than the fools who kill themselves for a woman. When the earth splits to pieces in space like a dry walnut, our works won't add one atom to its dust.

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It occurred to Bo that Texas songs were always about the sky because there simply wasn't anything else. No hill, no mound, not even a ripple of earth to break the dizzying sweep of the eye toward infinity. "Flat," she decided, was a term insufficient to the terrain. It was more than that. It was actually a negative pull, an inverted gasp of ground beneath a firmament so boundless it might threaten the sanity of even those who weren't already pushing the edge.

We don't know that we've lost half a minute from our lives but we feel it somehow, we feel its absence. Something is missing, we think. And so we long for the thing we've missed and can't name, and out of that wanting - well, everything else rises, good and bad. What do you think leads us to the windows in the first place? The light in your eyes shines because of the longing in your soul. And the longing in your souls rises because you are looking for the lost half minute.

confronted with a choice between the pollution of Maurras and the pollution of tourism, the intellectuals chose to remake the emptiness rather than abide with the many.

The moon touched my shoulder and I longed for a vanished love

I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.

It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for, as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what's happened.

for lack of what is found there.

An empty cart rattles loudly," she said, meaning, One who lacks substance boasts loudest.

In these small things she felt his absence, not his presence