Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?
A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.
Lying flat against the tile of the kitchen floor listening to someone else have sex is essentially my early twenties in a nutshell.
Bricks could be used like trophies. And if we give them to everyone, just for participating, then collectively we could build a big House of Emptiness.
There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.
He found himself inhabiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
In life, there are dreary, empty days and there are exciting, full days. You will experience both, for you cannot choose one above the other. May your full days be many.
That these people are wandering around, looking for aliens to justify the emptiness inside them and let them feel special without effort, creeps me out.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
Buy the town, and rent the politician. Politicians are refillable, like empty cups of coffee.
Don't be surprised that I value prejudice, observe certain conventions, seek power--it's because I know I live in an empty society.
Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside.
A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.
Seeing the glass as half empty is more positive than seeing it as half full. Through such a lens the only choice is to pour more. That is righteous pessimism.
When the shadows shroud the woods, And the mountains are empty and bare; I am flying with the crow...
The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the couldless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness.
Vessels knocked together for hour upon hour, like bones, like someone infinitely stupid and patient at the door of an empty house.
I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.
He wouldn't call a glass of water half full or half empty; he'd assume it was poisoned and run away.
