#nothingness

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness. ↗

— Frances Farmer

#became #god #him #i #less

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness. ↗

— John Keats

#forever #increases #into #joy #loveliness

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#nothingness #dreams

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

Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#nothingness #dreams

He’s like a hero come back from the war, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams. Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door he enters the room is empty: whatever he puts in his mouth leaves a bad taste. Everything is just the same as it was before; the elements are unchanged, the dream is no different than the reality. Only, between the time he went to sleep and the time he woke up, his body was stolen. ↗

— Henry Miller

#loneliness #nothingness #soldier #soul #dreams

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