Quotes About Emptiness

His eyes were these bleak and empty abysses, like sockets. There was nothing there. The boy I thought I knew so well was gone. He looked so lost sitting there. I felt that old lurch, that gravitational pull, that desire to inhabit him—like wherever he was in this world, I would know where to find him, and I would do it. I would find him and take him home. I would take care of him, just like Susannah wanted.

The words come out of my mouth, but they don't sound like me. I don't sound like me. Probably because I know it's all lies. But I can see that they're lies that Reeve believes. He swallows them whole. His eyes go blank. Empty. He completely shuts down.

Everybody had somebody but me.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen.

And now I just want to not exist.

That I miss her. I really miss her. She's only been gone for two months, but it feels like longer. And it also feels like it just happened, like yesterday.

When a person you love dies, it doesn't feel real. It's like it's happening to someone else. It's someone else's life. I've never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

I realised it suddenly. I missed him. All this time. When you got to the underneath of it, there it was. There it had always been. And even though he was sitting there only feet away, I missed him more than ever.

När hon kom ut från duschen, påklädd och med blött hår, tittade hon på mig med den där hoppfulla blicken, och jag tittade tillbaka som om jag inte kände igen henne. Helt tom. Jag såg hur hennes blick slocknade. Jag såg hur hennes kärlek till mig dog. Jag hade dödat den.

Cuando alguien se ha ido durante mucho tiempo, primero guardas todas las cosas que quieres decirles. Intentas mantener un seguimiento de todo en tu cabeza. Pero es como si trataras de aferrarte a un puñado de arena, todos los pequeños trozos se deslizan de tus manos y entonces sólo estás reteniendo polvo y aire. Es por eso que no puedes guardarlo todo así.

When a person you love dies, it doesn't feel real. It's like it's happening to someone else. It's someone else's life ... What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

and awful. He never had anything to say to me, and I never knew what to say to him. Finally

And then I had a thought, clear as day. I would never be somebody's favorite again.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

Even though Margot isn't a loud person, it feels quiet at home. Empty, somehow.

But there was always something just a little bit humiliating about it, like we were two leftover heels of bread and together we made a dry sandwich. We're not friends anymore.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so... familiar to me. And not he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slips out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why can't save them up like that.