#nothingness

I know there's no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will scream out for this. That one speck of my soul will still exist and be left trapped and wanting. For you. For the light. For anything. ↗

— Drew Magary

#dying #nothingness #death

Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward what looks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade. ↗

— Alice Fulton

#cascade #faith #god #inspiration #nothingness

We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#life #nothingness #life

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it; let us fight against destiny, even though without hope of victory. ↗

— Miguel de Unamuno

#awaits #destiny #even #fight #hope

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with. ↗

— Angela Carter

#contend #future #here #hopes #hypothesis

Nah, I shook my head, things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that’s all. We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claimed 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

#separation #death

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

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness. ↗

— Kim Elizabeth

#dreadful #eternal #greet #life #may

When I write down my thoughts, they do not escape me. This action makes me remember my strength which I forget at all times. I educate myself proportionately to my captured thought. I aim only to distinguish the contradiction between my mind and nothingness. ↗

— Isidore Ducasse Lautreamont

#aim #between #captured #contradiction #distinguish

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