Quotes About Emptiness

Sadness is a feeling of loss. There is something one wanted, and one doesn't have it—or there is a way one wanted things to be, and things aren't that way. That is sadness. Instead, you feel rootlessness.

For where he had been the largeness of her life, now his loss was; his loss was, and the worth of what he had been: those two things together became the core

there is also an underlying, less specific fear - what some might call an ontological or existential anxiety - that shrouds our days and seeps into our dreams. We feel empty and seek meaning. We feel empty and seek meaning. We yearn and know not what we yearn for. There is a black hole at the center of our understanding that engulfs and crushes our every attempt to explore it. Something is missing.

In the coming years, he'd try to fill that void with whatever was at hand: debt, food, sex, religion.

To feel completely alone and isolated leads to mental disintegration just as physical starvation leads to death.

Destructiveness is the outcome of unlived life.

?ovek ?e tragati za uto?ištem u crkvi i religiji, jer ga njegova unutrašnja praznina nagoni da potraži neko sklonište. Me?utim, ispovedanje religije nije isto, što i biti religiozan.

we are starved for any touch with that which, in most cultures, was provided for by religion or by the equivalent of religion, and with us, there is hardly anything which is worth while to mention.

Any person who becomes aware even for a moment, of the fundamental, essential aloneness of himself as an individual, must feel insecure.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.

We have lost all feeling for one another. We can hardly control ourselves when our glance lights on the form of some other man. We are insensible, dead men, who through some trick, some dreadful magic, are still able to run and to kill.

Te? kiedyÅ› to pani czuÅ'a? - zapytaÅ'. MilczaÅ'a przez chwilÄ™. -Owszem, ale nie tak. Inaczej. Kiedy caÅ'ymi dniami nie mówiÅ'am do nikogo, a nocami spacerowaÅ'am, i wszÄ™dzie byli ludzie, którzy mieli gdzieÅ› swoje miejsce, którzy dokÄ…dÅ› chodzili, mieli gdzieÅ› swój dom. Tylko ja nie. Wtedy wszystko powoli stawaÅ'o siÄ™ nierzeczywiste, jakbym siÄ™ utopiÅ'a i szÅ'a po dnie przez jakieÅ› obce podwodne miasto...

Ravic emptied his glass. He got a package of cigarettes out of his pocket, took one out and lit it. His hands were not yet steady. He flung the match on the floor and ordered another calvados. That face, that smiling face which he thought he had just seen again—he must have been mistaken.

Here I sit and there you are lying; we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

Er war in der Stimmung eines Menschen, der nachmittags geschlafen hat und es nicht gewohnt ist – herausgefallen aus allen Beziehungen und reif für einen raschen, sinnlosen Selbstmord.

Die Stille ist die Ursache dafür, daß die Bilder des Früher nicht so sehr Wünsche erwecken als Trauer – eine ungeheure, fassungslose Schwermut. Sie waren – aber sie kehren nicht wieder. Sie sind vorbei, sie sind eine andere Welt, die für uns vorüber ist.

Words, Words, Words—they do not reach me.

I implore them with my eyes: Speak to me—take me up—take me, Life of my Youth—you who are care-free, beautiful—receive me again— I wait, I wait. Images float through my mind, but they do not grip me, they are mere shadows and memories. Nothing—nothing—

Die Worte wehten im Zwielicht hin und her, sie waren ohne Bedeutung, und das, was von Bedeutung war, war ohne Worte.

Da li znate, bra?o, šta je najjezivije na svetu? - Prazna ?aša - odgovori Lenc. Ferdinand ga zbrisa jednim zamahom: - Gotfride, žalosno je kad je muškarac lakrdijaš. On se opet obrati nama. - Vreme je, drugovi, najjezivije. Vreme! Trenutak u kome živimo, a kojim ipak ne vladamo.

Cea mai profund? nostalgie a noastr? vizeaz? totdeauna ceva lipsit de nume.

Bez ljubavi smo kao leš na odsustvu.

Everyone chats and smiles, chats about nothing, shouts and drinks themselves silly occasionally or all the time. They they die one fine day, old or young, they die, tucked up into the earth. That's what it's like. Swarming lives, with no meaning, no number.