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“A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.”
― Rachel Sontag, House Rules

“We become aware of the void as we fill it.”
― Antonio Porchia

“Love is as simple as the absence of self given to another. God, when invited, fills the void of any unrequited love; hence loving is how one is drawn closer to God no matter its most horrific repercussions.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski

“At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Education of the Stoic: The Only Manuscript of the Baron of Teive

“In a lifeworld, where we can be what we are, and not what people expect us to be, we can escape a blank and void existence, which is linked to wrecking ennui. Boredom often slips into revulsion and nausea, for not being able to find an identity and not succeeding in acquiring individuality with the quality of authenticity. ("Like a frozen image")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“If the vibrant and frolicking merry-go-round of our daily living has been ousted by an eerie void of an intractable vacuum, only inspiriting memories may shore up our inner world. ("Only silence remained ")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness鈥搇ike how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake鈥揾e could no longer get at.”
― Tao Lin, Eeeee Eee Eeee

“There is, in every event, whether lived or told, always a hole or a gap, often more than one. If we allow ourselves to get caught in it, we find it opening onto a void that, once we have slipped into it, we can never escape.”
― Brian Evenson, Fugue State

“Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain emptied of that past which was life until then. And perhaps it is more wonderful still when our landing at the waking-point is abrupt and the thoughts of our sleep, hidden by a cloak of oblivion, have no time to return to us gradually, before sleep ceases. Then, from the black storm through which we seem to have passed (but we do not even say we), we emerge prostrate, without a thought, a we that is void of content.”
― Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah

“It hurts, doesn't it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness.”
― Akshay Vasu

“This moment
my mind is bereft of poetry, yet
I want to write
nothing but a poem.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“When we are unaware of the substance and importance of our choices, we may fall victim to errors of omission or missed opportunities. If awareness arrives too late, the actions we have not taken or the words that were left unspoken may squeeze us into an irreversible void. Lateness can imply irredeemable failure. ("Island of regret.- Island of remorse.")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“...nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaningless itself.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

“tahiya hote pavan nahin pani, tahiya srishti kown utpati;
tahiya hote kali nahin phula, tahiya hote garbh nahi mula;
tahiya hote vidya nahin Veda, tahiya hote shabd nahin swada;
tahiya hote pind nahin basu,
nahin dhar dharni na pavan akasu;
tahiya hote guru nahin chela, gamya agamya na panth duhela.

Sakhi: avigati ki gati ka kahown, jake gawn na thawn
gun bihuna pekhana, ka kahi lijai nawn

In that state there is no air or water, and no creation or creator; There is no bud or flower, and no fetus or semen; There is no education or Vedas, and no word or taste; There is no body or settlement, and no earth, air or space; There is no guru or disciple, and no easy or difficult path.

Sakhi: That state is very strange. I cannot explain it. It has no village or resting place. That state is without gunas (qualities). What name can on give it? ”
― Kabir, The Bijak of Kabir

“Let them be gone now, them and all the others, those I have used and those I have not used, give me back the pains I lent them and vanish, from my life, my memory, my terrors and shames. There, now there is no one here but me, no one wheels about me, no one comes toward me, no one has ever met anyone before my eyes, these creatures have never been, only I and this black void have ever been.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable

“Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.”
― Jindrich Styrsky, Emilie p艡ich谩z铆 ke mn臎 ve snu

“Man's first expression, like his first dream, was an aesthetic one. Speech was a poetic outcry rather than a demand for communication. Original man, shouting his consonants, did so in yells of awe and anger at his tragic state, at his own self-awareness and at his own helplessness before the void.”
― Barnett Newman

“None fills the void like the company of a true friend.”
― Rishi H Sanghani

“I don't know how to speak anymore. And with whom?

I never found a soulmate. No one was a dream. They left me with open dreams, with my central wound wide open, with my heart torn. I mourn myself; this is my right. And yet I look down on those who take no interest in me. My only desire has been.

I will not say it. Even I, or especially I, betray myself. Like a nursing boy, my soul has been soothed. I don't know how to speak anymore. I can't speak anymore. I have taken apart, what they never gave me, which was all I had. And it is death again. It closes in on me, it is my only horizon. No one resembles my dream. I have felt love and they mistreated it, yes, me, I who never loved. The deepest love will disappear forever. What can we love that isn't a shadow? The sacred dreams of childhood have already died, and with them, those of nature, which loved me.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

“Empty space eventually fills up with something. A void, cultivated in the aftermath of misfortune, begins to attract the wrong kind of attention. Marco knew it was time to leave when disagreeable spirits started roaming freely through the house, as if they owned the place.”
― Rahma Krambo, Guardian Cats and the Lost Books of Alexandria

“Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.”
― Bernard Of Cluny, Scorn for the World: Bernard of Cluny's De Contemptu Mundi

“If you don鈥檛 know how to self-love, if you were never taught how, like a lot of us were never taught how, then you will attempt to fill that void with all kinds of things.”
― Rachel D. Greenwell, How To Wear A Crown: A Practical Guide To Knowing Your Worth

“Life becomes a dilemma when you are living a purposeless and goalless life”
― Sunday Adelaja

“What I鈥檓 left with when I have nothing left is the satisfaction of knowing that I left nothing for myself in the service of someone else.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The biggest problem in this world is the feeling that everything you do will fly away, blend into the void and disappear!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There is no more reason for the 'hing' to be than the nothing.”
― Democritus

“I hated him and I loved him. That was our relationship.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“...there was no longer any reason why I should fast. I no longer accepted God's silence. As I swallowed my bowl of soup, I saw in the gesture an act of rebellion and protest against Him. And I nibbled my crust of bread. In the depths of my heart, I felt a great void.”
― Elie Wiesel, Night