#nothingness

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#death #deaths #differ #even #lives

And in the livid night there creeps a basilisk, spawned by the moon after its strange fashion. The moon – eternally barren - is its father, but its mother is the sand, barren likewise: this is the mystery of the desert. Many say that it is an animal, but this is not so, it is a thought, growing there where there is no earth and no seed: a thought which sprang from that which is eternally barren, and now assumes strange forms which life does not know. This is the reason that no one can describe this being, because it is like nothingness, indescribable. ↗

— Hanns Heinz Ewers

#monster #nothingness #life

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dath #nothingness #death

Absolute equals nothingness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #equals #literature #literature-quotes #nothingness

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#like #nothingness #silence #stain #unnecessary

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world. ↗

— Georg Buchner

#god #nothingness #world

I began to think that if you're a stutterer, it's about inhabiting silence, emptiness, and nothingness. ↗

— Tom Hooper

#began #emptiness #i #inhabiting #nothingness

Meditation is all about the pursuit of nothingness. It's like the ultimate rest. It's better than the best sleep you've ever had. It's a quieting of the mind. It sharpens everything, especially your appreciation of your surroundings. It keeps life fresh. ↗

— Hugh Jackman

#appreciation #best #better #especially #ever

Since poetry deals with the singular, not the general, it cannot - if it is good poetry - look at things of this earth other than as colorful, variegated, and exciting, and so, it cannot reduce life, with all its pain, horror, suffering, and ecstasy, to a unified tonality of boredom and complaint. By necessity poetry is therefore on the side of being and against nothingness. ↗

— Czesław Miłosz

#life #nothingness #poetry #life

Right at that moment it was as if we were the only two people left in the world. And I don't mean that to sound corny; it just honestly did. The only sounds were the droning crickets and chip-chips of the bats, the farawy wind against the sand, and the occasional distant yowl of a dingo. There were no car horns.No trains. No jack-hammers. No lawnmowers No planes. No sirens. No alarms. No anything human. If you'd told me that you'd saved me from a nuclear holocaust, I might have believed you. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#nothingness #serenity #holocaust