When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing. Range with emptiness.— Shams Tabrizi
Delighting Emptiness Inside quotations
Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.
When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing.
Range with emptiness. Human should be like a pot. As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside, human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness.
A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not know it. If we knew what a number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we should go mad with horror.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
The important thing is to know why we want to dance.
We dance a solitude that we have inside us and cannot occupy with anything. This gap, that emptiness to which we put movement is the TANGO.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
Addiction beggins whith the hope that something 'out there' can instantly fill up the emptiness inside.
There is a battle of two wolves inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, lies, inferiority and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth. The wolf that wins? The one you feed.
There is an emptiness inside of me -- a void that will never be filled.
No one in your life will ever love you as your mother does. There is no love as pure, unconditional and strong as a mother's love. And I will never be loved that way again.
You keep running after the love of the people, but you’ll never get it.
And what you do get, will never be enough. The hole inside you is too big. You see, it was made by God, for God. How could anything less fill it?
How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far?
Empty Minds Make The Most Noise!
Weight loss does not make people happy.
Or peaceful. Being thin does not address the emptiness that has no shape or weight or name. Even a wildly successful diet is a colossal failure because inside the new body is the same sinking heart.
We find worth in jobs, money, & performance so we can hide how worthless we feel inside. Acknowledge the pain to be healed.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
There is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is whithin. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself.
Inside every child is an 'emotional rani's waiting to be filled with love.
When a child really feels loved, he will develop normally but when the love tank is empty, the child will misbehave. Much of the misbehavior of children is motivated by the cravings of an empty 'love tank
You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.
English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.
If an egg is broken by outside, life ends. If broken by inside force, life begins. Great things always begin from inside.
A woman who is starved for her real soul-life may look 'cleaned up and combed' on the outside, but on the inside she is filled with dozens of pleading hands and empty mouths.
Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence
You can disappear inside of yourself and become an empty shell with depression in mind. It's that feeling of being invisible. Sometimes when I wake up I don't feel like my head is attached to my body - there's nothing.
You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage - pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically - to say NO to other things. And the way to do that is by having a bigger YES burning inside.
The body shuts down when it has too much to bear;
goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.
... It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
We all carry these things inside that no one can see. They hold us down like anchors and they drown us out at sea.
I have not lost my fascination with death.
I have not become a noticeably less intense person. I have not, nor will I ever, completely lose the longing for that something, that thing that I believe will fill an emptiness inside me. I do believe that the emptiness was made greater by the things that I did to myself.
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick.
Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Your superhuman power was to be able not to feel.
Is it there inside everybody, this self that comes out while you are in captivity? You become the closest approximation of yourself that can tolerate living there.
We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already; we have the power to imagine better.
He felt as if his heart had dried up.
I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.
Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling.
Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty and then we shall fill you with ourselves.
I am all emptiness and futility. I am an empty stranger, a carbon copy of my form. I can no longer find what I'm looking for outside of myself. It doesn't exist out there. Maybe it's only in here, inside my head. But my head is glass and my eyes have stopped being cameras, the tape has run out and nobody's words can touch me.
Entire water of the sea can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you !
How then can we account for the persistence of the myth that inside the empty nest lives a shattered and depressed shell of a woman--a woman in constant pain because her children no longer live under her roof? Is it possible that a notion so pervasive is, in fact, just a myth?
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something.
But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.
As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.
Even if you can't physically see the result in front of you right now, every single effort you do is changing your body from the inside. Never get discouraged.
We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it liveable.
The lack of human voices really gets to me.
I never realized that we need to talk with other people just to know that we exist. That we matter. Loneliness is a howling, empty cavern inside of me that just keeps growing.
Standing in the corridor was a large plastic bin on wheels.
He looked inside. Empty tins of dog food. That explained the spaghetti with meat sauce. Oh well, he'd eaten worse.
I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.
And so I am feeling numb. It's a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus on the humming in my head.