Nothing exists but atoms and the void.
The most solid pleasure in this life is the empty pleasure of illusion.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
Happiness rarely keeps company with an empty stomach
Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf
even God could do nothing for someone already full. You have to be completely empty to let Him in to do what He will.
I'm not going to sit at your table and watch you eat, with nothing on my plate, and call myself a diner. Sitting at the table doesn't make you a diner.
What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?
Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.
Epistemology without contact with science becomes an empty scheme. Science without epistemology is-insofar as it is thinkable at all-primitive and muddled.
I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.
Using no way as a way, having no limitation as limitation.
A life without love, no matter how many other things we have, is an empty, meaningless one.
Become empty to become complete, for it is the void that defines the form.
I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.
People love the ocean. People are always asking me why I don't study the ocean, because, after all, I live in Hawaii. I tell them that it's because the ocean is a lonely, empty place.
Aussies are big and empty, just like their country.
My wife and I, Delice and I, are empty nesters.
Full of men, vacant of friends.
I'm the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.
Faith is only a word, embroidered.
Be an empty page, untouched by words.
Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
