Quotes About Emptiness

Back to Jak— Why does everyone always want to go back to Jakku? There's nothing there! Sand and junk and rocks and sand and quicksand and sand—I don't get it!

Nobody came to Jakku.

You are…you are…" The merchant tried to control himself. "You have nothing. You are nothing!

Alone . . . alone . . . It echoed in her mind as she sat there. Under the weight of the loneliness Han's voice seemed to fade, and Maz Kanata's as well, until there was nothing surrounding her but a silence as deep and profound as the distant reaches of space itself.

Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.

But as she watched Lito and Papi lift up Ivan's body, the empty place inside got bigger and bigger, until she was more empty than full.

I was applying myself to the subtler connoisseurship of the out-of-season, days without warmth and nights without encounters, empty pleasure-grounds and the violence of the tides.

There is a thumping silence, and the light of the one lamp across the wet tiled floor seems conscious that it will illuminate this and many other atrocities, just as it will go on shining through days and months of sudden speechless lusts, and all the intervening hours of silent emptiness.

I've decided that has been the great achievement of our age: to so thoroughly flood the planet with megabits that every image and fact has become a digitized disembodied nothingness. With magnificent determination, our species has advanced from Stone Age to Industrial Revolution to Digital Emptiness. We've become weightless, in the bad sense of the word.

I wonder about this emptiness," he said. "It would seem not to have any existence independent of our perception of it. An interesting substance. One could think it pleasant or unpleasant, strong or weak, and that would in fact be its reality.

The abundances caused by isolation are stifled by the same isolation

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.

Everyone went away. Everything vanished. People, places, turned to painful shadows of their former selves and then were put to sleep, just like the Boroughs had been.

se vio sin ella, y esa figura huérfana, como saqueada, lo heló de espanto. Acababa de ver lo que queda de un hombre cuando a todo lo que es, a todo lo que cree ser, se le resta la mujer que ama.»

Sofìa non era sparita, non era morta, era con lui, e lo amava ancora. Cos'era il resto, tutto il resto, se non pura futilità?

I looked at this man. He was in his fifites, mostly bones inside hisblack suit, and gave off an odour, if you were as close up to him as I was, of a long-closed keyboard opened suddenly in an empty house. (73)

I looked at this man. He was in his fifties, mostly bones inside his black suit, and gave off an odour, if you were as close up to him as I was, of a long-closed keyboard opened suddenly in an empty house. (73)

When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.

Big egos are big shields for lots of empty space.

I never knew how empty the world could be, how colorless, until I tried to live in it without you

And I knew I would nevr have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

Conversation that was lifeless, hollow, dry as bone.

even though I couldn't have him or touch him or talk to him or even look into his eyes. I needed his presence. I needed him close by. I