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I am scared of this emptiness, pull me out of my body
There's not one good thought in that place. There's nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.
What does it mean to be me? I don't know. Maybe that's just it. Maybe it doesn't mean anything. Maybe that's the answer. Maybe all I am is emptiness, is nothing.
I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.
When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown.Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things, The good of subjects is the end of kings.
Dream: I look for Lama Lodrö Kagyu teacher friend hearing he's ill & I'm ill, too - I enter his room and he says "I've been trying to find you - I wanted you to know illness is just phenomena
Perception through emptiness is existential, as the transience of all phenomena affirms the indivisibility of existence itself, before, within and behind all manifestation.
You will desperately realise the necessity of casting anchor to somewhere or being chained to someone or something when you are drifting in the emptiness of life!
Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.
Some say crying purges. I say it drains. There’s a difference. One takes the bad things from you to help close a space. The other opens you and leaves you empty
Actually, they fought to fill the emptiness of their lives as they filled their empty glasses. They fought—not because the liquor was in them, but because it did not fill them enough.
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.