There is nothing, nothing certain but the nothingness of…

“There is nothing certain, nothing at all except the unimportance of everything I understand, and the greatness of something incomprehensible but all-important.”

— Leo Tolstoy

“It would be good," thought Prince Andrei, glancing at the little image that his sister had hung around his neck with such reverence and…

— Leo Tolstoy

“ 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

“Everything is mostly nothing.”

— Lynn Demarest

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

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

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

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

— Tommie Scott

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

— Yves Klein

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

— Emily Shanks

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

“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

[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

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

— Phindiwe Nkosi

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