The usefulness of a pot comes from its emptiness.
Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.
There is less in this than meets the eye.
I am the form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour
I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.
Despair is as hollow and deceptive as hope!
An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence
Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.
It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed.
A fool puts her hand into a hollow tree without finding out what's inside first.
Life is hollow without health and freedom. To seek one while ignoring the other is folly.
Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
Revenge could steal a man's life until there was nothing left but emptiness.
In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year.
I've kind of always had this balance between genre and personal dramas. It almost feels like the two help each other. If I was just to make a genre film, maybe it would be hollow and soulless. If I was just to make a personal drama, maybe it would be melodramatic and nobody would ever go see it.
So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.
It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.
... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
some kinds of beauty did not heal, but hollowed the pain even deeper.
People think of me as a mannequin, all show and no substance.
None are so empty as those who are full of themselves.
How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!
