Quotes About Emptiness

One of the most difficult things he'd ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows.

I felt lighter when I had finished, and for once emptiness was a sweet relief and a condition to be treasured.

I recall waking to the realisation that I was the best table tennis player under 17 in north Manchester and parts of Bury. The satisfaction lasted for half an hour before I saw into the nothingness of things.

It's hard when the season ends and you're not waking up no more for practices, games. You're not in your routine no more.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

If you have too many quotes from other people in your head, you can't create. You have to keep your head empty. That's why I am constantly enjoying the sky, the park, the walk.

That's bizarre to see, L.A., downtown, and to feel like you're the only person there.

I miss Bob, but I don't want another marriage.

If you want to be a star, don't bother doing it because it ends up being very empty.

I remember thinking I couldn't be bothered to feel any emotions any more.

I looked into that empty bottle and I saw myself.

I think the bravest thing to write about is nothing, just to write a book in which nothing happens.

People will burn through a show in two or three days, and then you're left feeling empty for 51 weeks.

Sometimes you go for weeks without writing successfully, and you don't feel like a writer anymore. When friends ask me how my week was or how I'm doing, I think back on it, and I've just been by myself. Like, I'm just a sketch.

Prodigy was definitely family... It definitely sucks not to have him here.

We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet - I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.

It is nothing but a breath, the void.

Yes, he knew that we was withdrawing from everything: not merely from human beings. A moment more and everything will have lost its meaning, and that table and the cup, and the chair to which he clings, all the near and the commonplace, will have become unintelligible, strange and heavy. So he sat there and waited until it should have happened. And defended himself no longer.

Take the emptiness you hold in your arms And scatter it into the open spaces we breathe. Maybe the birds will feel how the air is thinner, And fly with more affection.

That's when I want you— you knower of my emptiness, you unspeaking partner to my sorrow— that's when I need you, — Rainer Maria Rilke, from "Ich bin derselbe noch, der kniete," Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God , trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (Riverhead Books, 1996)

Was soll ich mit meinem Munde? Mit meiner Nacht? Mit meinem Tag? Ich habe keine Geliebte, kein Haus, keine Stelle auf der ich lebe

There exists only one aloneness, and it is great, and it is not easy to bear. To nearly everyone come those hours that we would gladly exchange for any cheap or even the most banal camaraderie, for even the slightest inclination to choose the second-best or the most unworthy thing. But perhaps it is exactly in those hours when aloneness can flourish.

You, still the squanderers of the empty hall — when the twilight comes, wide as woods… And the chandelier, like a sixteen-pointer, vaults where nothing can set foot.