I want to stay curled up quietly on my own little piece of…

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and…

— John Keats

“This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.”

— Phindiwe Nkosi

[The Community's] crosses and trials give me confidence. But I derive my hope above all, and most especially, from our utter incapacity, for it…

— Theodore Guerin

“I've decided that has been the great achievement of our age: to so thoroughly flood the planet with megabits that every image and fact…

— Alan Lightman

This isn't a picture filled with wonder and a sense of fun; it's so jaded and crass that I almost wonder if it's a…

— Stephanie Zacharek

Bullies enjoy dark happiness; these are the blank parts that eventually fill their minds with nothingness.

— Emily Shanks

“I was introduced to the void by the rebuffed nothingness. Reddedilmiş hiçlik tarafından boşlukla tanıştırıldım.”

— Yves Klein

“ Programs has a temporary results leading to nothingness, and the Gospel the brings the result of Eternal life.”

— Tommie Scott

My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter butterflies, seasons…

— Marco Roth

In order that love be fully satisfied, It is necessary that It lower Itself and that It lower Itself to nothingness and transform this…

— Anonymous

When death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into…

— Haruki Murakami

“Everything is mostly nothing.”

— Lynn Demarest

“ I Am! I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer…

— John Clare

Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness.

— Walter Benjamin

“Garraty thought that memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that…

— Richard Bachman