#emptiness

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world. ↗

— Edwin Markham

#back #bowed #burden #centuries #emptiness

I think about that "empty" space a lot. That emptiness is what allows for something to actually evolve in a natural way. I've had to learn that over the years - because one of the traps of being an artist is to always want to be creating, always wanting to produce. ↗

— Meredith Monk

#actually #allows #always #artist #because

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. ↗

— Woody Allen

#artist #despair #emptiness #hope #art

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#details #did #emptiness #eye #followed

Feeling empty may be a sign of modern times, and a natural evolution of our needs. ↗

— Selena Vera Hey

#empty #nature

[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#artist #beatnik #emptiness #existentialism #art

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life. ↗

— Merle Shain

#cost #costs #emptiness #fear #find

All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#emptiness #loneliness #beauty

Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone's heart. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#being-kind #being-kind-to-others #building-people-up #changing-the-world #compassion

I feel like, I was going somehow with my life, holding myself together and then these blasts happened, and then suddenly I was paralyzed. I was not able to move, or to even hold myself intact. As if like I was fallen into this unconscious state, of eternal sleep. When I was asleep, somebody came and disassembled me into thousands of pieces and then hurriedly put me back together in a second, losing some of my pieces on the ground, or placing some of them incorrectly – you know, that kind of feeling” “How do you feel?” She added. Apparently, she was asking me back everything. “I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile. ↗

— Bhavya Kaushik

#death-of-a-loved-one #depression #emptiness #death