Quotes About Emptiness

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1) - E' uno strano dolore. Piano. - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

Però non accadde nulla, perché alla vita manca sempre qualcosa per essere perfetta.

Sterven van heimwee naar iets dat je nooit zult beleven.

Inoltre le piaceva guardare la faccia della gente che doveva fare l'esame del sangue, a digiuno. Sembra gente a cui hanno rubato qualcosa, disse.

Isabel saw the intimacy of the gestures and felt immediately empty, a sensation so physical and so overwhelming that she felt for a moment that she might stop breathing, being empty of air

You say that you lost your child. You know how I feel then. You know that, don't you? It's a sadness that never goes away.

He tilted his hat back slightly, so that he could see the sky more clearly. It was so empty, so dizzying in its height, so unconcerned by the man who was crossing a field beneath it, and thinking as he did so.

from that, there was nothing.

Some people mocked you if you said that you joined others when your time came. Well, they could laugh, those clever people, but we surely had to hope, and a life without hope of any sort was no life: it was a sky without stars, a landscape of sorrow and emptiness.

No sailor could be lonelier than a man standing in the middle of our land, with the miles and miles of blue about him.

Grief is an eroding wind. After grief has blown through, there is just the bedrock of a person.

But you know who you are when you're on your own out there in all that emptiness. There's no past, no holding on to the scraps that are all you've got left. Everything is that minute, or maybe tomorrow, not yesterday.

We experience life as feelings. It's funny, then, that so much fiction is written to minimize feelings or leave them out altogether. It's as if emotions are not a fit subject or writing about them is too simplistic. Even fiction that celebrates feelings, romance for instance, can sometimes work with only a limited and familiar emotional palette. We can wallow in emotional content yet feel curiously empty.

the distance fills and nearness is a void

The world has a body and I have none

What I have done is to draw and redraw my portrait in front of the backdrop of Japan. I have exemplified what Helen Mears devoted Japan, Mirror for Americans to. You look into this country and find yourself reflected. It is not a simple process. You can do this only if you describe the place as it is. Only then, through what you emphasize and what you do not, does your own form become visible. I am the empty places in my books.

The irony of the empty soul is that while he is perpetually dissatisfied in so many areas, he is so easily satisfied in regard to the pursuit of God.

Why is it that when we lose something big, we begin to lose everything else along with it?

He hesitated then, anticipating the panic that came when there was nothing left to read

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

And I saw it didn't matter who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone. The black oily asphalt, the slick beauty of the Iranian attendant, the thickening clouds—nothing was mine. And I understood finally, after a semester of philosophy, a thousand books of poetry, after death and childbirth and the startled cries of men who called out my name as they entered me, I finally believed I was alone, felt it in my actual, visceral heart, heard it echo like a thin bell.

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

It's just that I can't figure out how to be in this world without him. I just can't be the same.