Quotes About Emptiness

Addiction is the dominant form of a culture that suffers from a superficial spectacle and celebrity-connectivity at its center. It's a form of spiritual emptiness.

As you sift through this very solid-looking body, you have to go only so far before you end up with a handful of nothing.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment

All the white meat is gone. There's nothin' but necks on the platter.

The weight of absence is as much a feature of any library as the constriction of order and space.

Can you say something about nothing?

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.

He took nobody by surprise; there was nobody to take.

Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been:. All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voice Of whom, I do not know.

in a world in which everything is available, nothing has any meaning.

in a world in which everything is available, nothing has any meaning. Meaning

one of Huxley's points: in a world in which everything is available, nothing has any meaning.

La visión de aquel rostro transfigurado era a la vez una acusación y un irónico recordatorio de su propio aislamiento. Bernard se sentía ahora tan desdichadamente aislado como cuando había empezado el Servicio; más aislado a causa de su vaciedad no llenada, de su saciedad mortal. Separado y fuera de la armonía, en tanto que los otros se fundían en el Ser Más Grande.

I drink to my annihilation.

It is the inactivity of self-will and ego-centred cleverness that makes possible the activity within the emptied and purified soul of the eternal Suchness. And when eternity is known in the heights within, it is also known in the fullness of experience, outside in the world.

Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul's dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud.

I loved you because there was no other place for me to go. We were married because we did not know what else to do with each other. You never knew me, nothing about me, what died inside me, what lived invisibly.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

È uno strano dolore... morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

Tu eri morto – disse – e non c'era più niente di bello, al mondo.

Quel che aveva capito, con certezza assoluta, era che vivere senza di lui sarebbe stato, per sempre, la sua occupazione fondamentale, e che da quel momento le cose avrebbero avuto ogni volta un'ombra, per lei, un'ombra in più, perfino nel buio, e forse soprattutto nel buio.

In front of him, nothing. He had a sudden glimpse of what he had considered invisible. The end of the world.

Es un dolor extraño. [...] Morir de nostalgia por algo que no vivirás nunca (p.102)