It wasn't night, it was simply darkness, with me in the middle hoping all the while that time was carrying on flowing, that something would crop up, me all alone in the middle, with my veins and my muscles dissolving rapidly into nothingness, me made of molecules of flesh and thought, dispersing in a cloud (a process of expansion as sudden as that of the room, a nebula of bedroom and me, between limits that grew dimmer by the moment). Marie Darrieussecq
We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.
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Arthur Schopenhauer
It’s the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of life, with all the direct materiality of the child’s mind, and all the vital spirituality of hope and increase that exist in the...
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Unknown
Don’t you know what god is? God is everything and God is nothing; for the perfection created by man cannot be anything other than nothing. They decided to give a name to nothingness, and thereby the made it become something. Like you… God, who is...
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Aldo Palazzeschi
Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward whatlooks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.
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Alice Fulton
-I haven't been writing for years. I lost faith. it's not for me. Too many levels.- What levels?- All those levels of existence. us down here, and up there, high above us. the ceiling of the universe. I've chosen nothingness.
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Tadeusz Konwicki
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Over the following days and weeks I would come to see, with mounting weariness, that this was to be the pattern of my life from now on: marginal and grim; my habitual daydreams and memories of our life as a couple reduced to nothing, to...
There are times when you wake at dawn and check your neck for the marks of the vampire, those two little red dots, your pupils still contracted with hate, muscles weary from the struggle.
It wasn't night, it was simply darkness, with me in the middle hoping all the while that time was carrying on flowing, that something would crop up, me all alone in the middle, with my veins and my muscles dissolving rapidly into nothingness, me made...
