Fritz Perls Quotes

I have everything and I have nothing. Sometimes I feel like the loneliest man on the planet. All this 'stuff' and no one to share it with. And then when women come along, I wonder if they like the stuff more than me.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

A desert is a place without expectation.

I play in a lot of empty rooms.

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return.

My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses. At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home. And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away inside myself...I just need to feel something" A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 177, by

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.