#emptiness

And how to stop the rot? How to salvage something from time's passage? How long before the map makers decide to erase this structure completely? Before it becomes a nameless ruin? And then a mere pile of stones? Mossed over. Forgotten. How long before they lift its name from their charts and from our collective memory? The only thing I can do is fill the place with music. ↗

— Richard Skelton

#music

This accidental meeting of possibilities calls itself I. I ask: what am I doing here? And, at once, this I becomes unreal. ↗

— Dag Hammarskjöld

#self #zen #zen

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #emptiness #empty #literature #literature-quotes

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness. ↗

— Robert Bly

#emptiness #horror #love #love is

You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with myself feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going. ↗

— Anish Kapoor

#am #day #emptiness #fear #feeling

Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living. ↗

— Helen Keller

#darkness #emptiness #fell #fingers #future

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#becomes #callous #conform #dull #emptiness

But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief. Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#forbidden #grief #happiness #inspirational #laws

But no: he was empty, he was confronted by a vast anger, a desperate anger, he saw it and could almost have touched it. But it was inert - if it were to live and find expression and suffer, he must lend it his own body. It was other people's anger. "Swine!" He clenched his fists, he strode along, but nothing came, the anger remained external to himself. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#emptiness #philosophy #age

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes. ↗

— Rumi

#beauty