Quotes about Emptiness

Death is not a lover.

Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.

No amount of money or recognition could fill the void in a person's heart the way Jesus' love did.

My life had been characterized by emptiness the size of the Sahara but there, in that moment, in the back of that truck in the armpit of Nicaragua, I wondered—for the first time—if there wasn't a river flowing down deep inside me. If so, the water that would cleanse me was not water from my head—where I'd learned to rationalize my indifference. But water from my heart.

When you win a big title like the French Open, it's tough. The emotion in doing this is really up and down. Afterwards, you feel a little bit lonely, a bit of depression mentally. Because it's so much stress and emotion, so many people around - and then it's completely empty.

Yet something keeps dragging us back to other people. We know we are less than human when we are all alone.

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

And so I learned about grief, and about the absence and emptiness that for a long time make grief unforgettable.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep you never were.

I would think about his name until after a while I could see the word as a shape, a vessel, and I would watch him liquefy and flow into it like cold molasses flowing out of the darkness into the vessel, until the jar stood full and motionless: a significant shape profoundly without life like an empty door frame; and then I would find that I had forgotten the name of the jar.

The house was as empty as a beer closet in premises where painters have been at work.