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I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
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born
die
empty
letter
mountain
soul
space
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Jack Kerouac |
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Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.
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empty
emptyness
nothingness
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Virginia Woolf |
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This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.
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empty
heartbreak
picoult
rage
secret
security
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Jodi Picoult |
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You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just -- exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.
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dementors-kiss
empty
existence
remus-lupin
soul
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J.K. Rowling |
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If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.
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drama
empty
fiction
filled
jodi-picoult
love
mystery
novel
okay
plain-truth
say
speak
tell
truth
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
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amnesia
androids
apocalypse
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
count
damnation
death
desolate
dreams
emily-dickinson
empty
fedora
ghosts
gothic
greek-mythology
haunting
haunts
horace-walpole
jazz
life
magic
magick
mannequins
masquerade
music
phillip-k-dick
piano
poems
puddles
rain
reflections
romance
sacrifice
science-fiction
sex
shakespeare
ships
songs
specters
spectre
storms
tempest
waking
water
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
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death
depression
empty
forget
grief
hollow
ignore
life
loss
mourn
mourning
numb
pass-by
sorrow
tears
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Robin Hobb |
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"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
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amnesia
androids
apocalypse
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
count
damnation
death
desolate
dreams
emily-dickinson
empty
fedora
ghosts
gothic
greek-mythology
haunting
haunts
horace-walpole
jazz
life
magic
magick
mannequins
masquerade
music
phillip-k-dick
piano
poems
puddles
rain
reflections
romance
sacrifice
science-fiction
sex
shakespeare
ships
songs
specters
spectre
storms
tempest
waking
water
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.
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empty
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Samuel Beckett |
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There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.
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beginning
coincide
depression
empty
end
ending
initiate
lead
loss
mark
mourn
mourning
numb
passage
show
sign
sorrow
space
start
time
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Robin Hobb |
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Slowly, even though I thought it would never happen, New York lost its charm for me. I remember arriving in the city for the first time, passing with my parents through the First World's Club bouncers at Immigration, getting into a massive cab that didn't have a moment to waste, and falling in love as soon as we shot onto the bridge and I saw Manhattan rise up through the looks of parental terror reflected in the window. I lost my virginity in New York, twice (the second one wanted to believe he was the first so badly). I had my mind blown open by the combination of a liberal arts education and a drug-popping international crowd. I became tough. I had fun. I learned so much. But now New York was starting to feel empty, a great party that had gone on too long and was showing no sign of ending soon. I had a headache, and I was tired. I'd danced enough. I wanted a quiet conversation with someone who knew what load-shedding was.
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drugs
empty
headache
immigration
liberal-arts
load-shedding
manhattan
new-york
party
tired
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Mohsin Hamid |
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I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
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catelyn
emptiness
empty
grief
longing
sour
woman
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George R.R. Martin |
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The problem with making a virtual world of oneself is akin to the problem with projecting ourselves onto a cyberworld: there's no end of virtual spaces in which to seek stimulation, but their very endlessness, the perpetual stimulation without satisfaction, becomes imprisoning.
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boredom
cyber
cyberworld
david-foster-wallace
depression
dissatisfaction
distractions
emptiness
empty
endlessness
facebook
facebook-addiction
facebook-quotes
filler
first-world-problems
jonathan-franzen
loneliness
lonely
problems
robinson-crusoe
satisfaction
solitary
solitude
stimulation
suicide
virtual
void
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Jonathan Franzen |
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"History doesn't start with a tall building
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amnesia
androids
apocalypse
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
count
damnation
death
desolate
dreams
emily-dickinson
empty
fedora
ghosts
gothic
greek-mythology
haunting
haunts
horace-walpole
jazz
life
magic
magick
mannequins
masquerade
music
phillip-k-dick
piano
poems
puddles
rain
reflections
romance
sacrifice
science-fiction
sex
shakespeare
ships
songs
specters
spectre
storms
tempest
waking
water
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.
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empty
feelings
hug
love
woman
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James Baldwin |
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He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.
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cold
depression
devastation
disappointment
emotion
empty
numb
pain
peace
sadness
ship
sorrow
storm
tragedy
way
woman
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Robin Hobb |
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No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me.
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empty
fake
haruki-murakami
may-kasahara
sad
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Haruki Murakami |
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...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.
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distract
empty
fond
fondness
have
miss
remember
reminiscence
seek
sigh
sorrow
want
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Robin Hobb |
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I'm going to go pee. If the universe is bigger and stranger than I can imagine, it's best to meet it with an empty bladder.
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bigger
bladder
empty
imagine
meet
pee
stranger
universe
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John Scalzi |
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"She leaves my side and heads deeper into
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amnesia
androids
apocalypse
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
count
damnation
death
desolate
dreams
emily-dickinson
empty
fedora
ghosts
gothic
greek-mythology
haunting
haunts
horace-walpole
jazz
life
magic
magick
mannequins
masquerade
music
phillip-k-dick
piano
poems
puddles
rain
reflections
romance
sacrifice
science-fiction
sex
shakespeare
ships
songs
specters
spectre
storms
tempest
waking
water
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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"That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'.
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amnesia
androids
apocalypse
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
count
damnation
death
desolate
dreams
emily-dickinson
empty
fedora
ghosts
gothic
greek-mythology
haunting
haunts
horace-walpole
jazz
life
magic
magick
mannequins
masquerade
music
phillip-k-dick
piano
poems
puddles
rain
reflections
romance
sacrifice
science-fiction
sex
shakespeare
ships
songs
specters
spectre
storms
tempest
waking
water
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by almost everyone.
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emptiness
empty
loneliness
sadness
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Jodi Picoult |
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It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.
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apocalypse
books
dead
death
decay
empty
library
metaphor
zombies
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Richard Matheson |
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I think I'm going to cut down on my dating,' Annie said. 'I used to need a lot of attention. You know, to make up for that empty feeling inside. But boys aren't always the answer.
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dating
empty
sweet-valley
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Francine Pascal |
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"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."
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bulb
death
depressing
dim
electricity
empty
explode
eyes
fluorescent
friendship
grief
heart
hospital
i-love-you
lobotomy
loss
love
mental-hospital
psychosurgery
tragic
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