nothing

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
9fe7b9a	We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.	nothing wisdom	Leo Tolstoy
4daaa0d	I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.	knowing nothing paradox plato republic socrates socratic wisdome	Plato
a5dd8ac	Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world's weight he had never chosen to bear.	everything heavy never nothing tired to-bear world	F. Scott Fitzgerald
6f1bdd9	The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.	nothing	Charles Bukowski
a74f4c2	Yes, I deserve a spring-I owe nobody nothing.	nobody nothing owe spring virginia-woolf	Virginia Woolf
64900c4	it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.	nothing	Charles Bukowski
d1d793d	My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.	death falling featureless labyrinth nothing pacman peak peaks ripples rising video-games	Haruki Murakami
a3ac654	His mom always said that trust was something you earned. And it wasn't something you gave easy. Too often, it was a tool your enemies used to hurt you with. 'Give them nothing, baby. Not until you have no choice. The world is harsh and it is cold. People can be good and decent, but most of them are only out for themselves and they'll hurt anyone they can'.	enemies nothing trust	Sherrilyn Kenyon
5ec5e35	...people with nothing to declare carry the most.	carry life nothing struggles	Jonathan Safran Foer
0fe55e7	Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.	nada nothing prayer	Ernest Hemingway
911ba01	For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...	bradbury dead destroyed dust fahrinheit jackets knowledge many more nothing pages person ray so to	Ray Bradbury
881992a	If you write a line of zeroes, it's still nothing.	nothing	Ayn Rand
108a015	The old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy ... a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of 'solving Amy'. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebooks on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings.	bullying change change-for-worse criticism emotional-turmoil failure flaws hatred heartbreak heartless hurtful i-miss-who-you-were loss love marriage missing-who-someone-was nothing puppeteer relationships scary strangers turmoil	Gillian Flynn
21f105c	There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!	everything nothing something	Libba Bray
3af820c	There comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.	nothing	Max Brooks
2ab7051	She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.	black-heart evil gone grief grieving heartless malicious nothing release sadist sadistic self-obsessed self-obsession stoic unimportant	Gillian Flynn
396ab2c	One minute. You know nothing about him. He probably has his own joys and interests- wife, children, snug little home. That's where we practical fellows'- he smiled-'are more tolerant than you intellectuals. We live and let live, and assume that things are jogging on fairly well elsewhere, and that the ordinary plain man may be trusted to look after his own affairs.	live nothing ordinary	E.M. Forster
8e5ccd7	When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things, The good of subjects is the end of kings.	emptiness good justice kings monarchs nothing purpose subjects titles	Daniel Defoe
749d346	"Lucien kept rubbing at his temples as he ate, unusually silent, and I hid my smile as I asked him, "And where were you last night?" Lucien's metal eye narrowed on me. "I'll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol." Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, "With some company." He gave me a sly grin. "Rumor has it you two didn't come back until after dawn." I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous. "You bit my neck on Fire Night," I said under my breath. "If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing." He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closer to me. "Nothing?" His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him. "Nothing," I repeated a bit distantly, watching Tamlin's mouth move, so keenly aware of every movement he made, resenting the table between us. I could almost feel the warmth of his breath. "Are you sure?" he murmured, intent and hungry enough that I was glad I was sitting. He could have had me right there, on top of that table. I wanted his broad hands running over my bare skin, wanted his teeth scraping against my neck, wanted his mouth all over me. "I'm trying to eat," Lucien said."	feyre intimate lucien nothing reaction tamlin	Sarah J. Maas
b4082fe	"What else can you tell me?" Dad stares at me. "What have you learned while you were awake?" I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn't determine whether you get it or not, that "no" might not be enough, that life isn't fair, that my parents can't save me, that maybe no one can. "Nothing much," I mutter."	art chaos colonel-martin dad fragile hard life mess nothing sad save shades-of-earth time unfair	Beth Revis
78a34b7	I wanted nothing for free. Nothing came for free at our place anyway.	nothing nothing-comes-for-free	Markus Zusak
c8e8244	"You're as plain as the nose on your face," said Mr. Pennyworth. "And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway. You are a vacant doorway. You are nothing. Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody."	graveyard-book nothing	Neil Gaiman
075ec28	"Let me sleep," he said, and shut the door; it clicked in her face and she felt animal terror - this was what she feared most in life: the clicking shut of a man's door in her face. Instantly, she raised her hand to knock, discovered the rock... she banged on the door with the rock, but not loudly, just enough to let him know how desperate she was to get back in, but not enough to bother him if he didn't want to answer. He didn't. No sound, no movement of the door. Nothing but the void. "Tony?" she gasped, pressing her ear to the door. Silence. "Okay," she said numbly; clutching her rock she walked unsteadily across the porch toward her own living quarters. The rock vanished. Her hand felt nothing. "Damn," she said, not knowing how to react. Where had it gone? Into air. But then it must have been an illusion, she realized. He put me in a hypnotic state and made me believe. I should have known it wasn't really true. A million stars burst into wheels of light, blistering, cold light, that drenched her. It came from behind and she felt the great weight of it crash into her. "Tony," she said, and fell into the waiting void. She thought nothing; she felt nothing. She saw only, saw the void as it absorbed her, waiting below and beneath her as she plummeted down the many miles. On her hands and knees she died. Alone on the porch. Still clutching for what did not exist."	existence maze-of-death nothing nothingness philip-k-dick void	Philip K. Dick
81417b0	This pain, this terrible seeing-through that is in me now. It wasn't necessary. It is all pain, and it buys nothing. Gives birth to nothing. All in vain. All wasted. The older the world becomes, the more obvious it is. The bomb and the tortures in Algeria and the starving babies in the Congo. It gets bigger and darker. More and more suffering for more and more. And more and more in vain.	birthing bomb dark necessary nothing obvious older pain starving suffering terrible torture vain waste wasted world	John Fowles
cde921d	"The Fremen have a simple, practical religion," he said. "Nothing about religion is simple."	nothing practical religion simple	Frank Herbert
49af150	"Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is "nothing."	joan-didion nothing play-it-as-it-lays questions	Joan Didion
a07d672	"It's only horrible if you see it that way," Morrie said. "It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye." He smiled. "Not everyone is so lucky."	bye dying horrible ill lucky nothing slow time wilt	Mitch Albom
618a9ee	Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing. And nothing can be nice.	as-they-slip-away atu-series drugs feeling forgetting kayleigh nothing nothingness numb pills right selene	Beth Revis
cd048ca	This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black curtain.	despair dust emptiness nothing space weakness	Gustave Flaubert
b593120	"You're the only person who means anything to me in the whole world, you're all I've got..." "Well then you've got nothin."	love meaning nothing relationships	Garth Ennis

We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.

Leo Tolstoy

4daaa0d

I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.

knowing nothing paradox plato republic socrates socratic wisdome

Plato

a5dd8ac

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world's weight he had never chosen to bear.

everything heavy never nothing tired to-bear world

F. Scott Fitzgerald

6f1bdd9

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

nothing

Charles Bukowski

a74f4c2

Yes, I deserve a spring-I owe nobody nothing.

nobody nothing owe spring virginia-woolf

Virginia Woolf

64900c4

it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.

nothing

Charles Bukowski

d1d793d

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.

death falling featureless labyrinth nothing pacman peak peaks ripples rising video-games

Haruki Murakami

a3ac654

His mom always said that trust was something you earned. And it wasn't something you gave easy. Too often, it was a tool your enemies used to hurt you with. 'Give them nothing, baby. Not until you have no choice. The world is harsh and it is cold. People can be good and decent, but most of them are only out for themselves and they'll hurt anyone they can'.

enemies nothing trust

Sherrilyn Kenyon

5ec5e35

...people with nothing to declare carry the most.

carry life nothing struggles

Jonathan Safran Foer

0fe55e7

Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

nada nothing prayer

Ernest Hemingway

911ba01

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

bradbury dead destroyed dust fahrinheit jackets knowledge many more nothing pages person ray so to

Ray Bradbury

881992a

If you write a line of zeroes, it's still nothing.

nothing

Ayn Rand

108a015

The old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy ... a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of 'solving Amy'. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebooks on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings.

bullying change change-for-worse criticism emotional-turmoil failure flaws hatred heartbreak heartless hurtful i-miss-who-you-were loss love marriage missing-who-someone-was nothing puppeteer relationships scary strangers turmoil

Gillian Flynn

21f105c

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

everything nothing something

Libba Bray

3af820c

There comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.

nothing

Max Brooks

2ab7051

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

black-heart evil gone grief grieving heartless malicious nothing release sadist sadistic self-obsessed self-obsession stoic unimportant

Gillian Flynn

396ab2c

One minute. You know nothing about him. He probably has his own joys and interests- wife, children, snug little home. That's where we practical fellows'- he smiled-'are more tolerant than you intellectuals. We live and let live, and assume that things are jogging on fairly well elsewhere, and that the ordinary plain man may be trusted to look after his own affairs.

live nothing ordinary

E.M. Forster

8e5ccd7

When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things, The good of subjects is the end of kings.

emptiness good justice kings monarchs nothing purpose subjects titles

Daniel Defoe

749d346

"Lucien kept rubbing at his temples as he ate, unusually silent, and I hid my smile as I asked him, "And where were you last night?" Lucien's metal eye narrowed on me. "I'll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol." Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, "With some company." He gave me a sly grin. "Rumor has it you two didn't come back until after dawn." I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous. "You bit my neck on Fire Night," I said under my breath. "If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing." He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closer to me. "Nothing?" His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him. "Nothing," I repeated a bit distantly, watching Tamlin's mouth move, so keenly aware of every movement he made, resenting the table between us. I could almost feel the warmth of his breath. "Are you sure?" he murmured, intent and hungry enough that I was glad I was sitting. He could have had me right there, on top of that table. I wanted his broad hands running over my bare skin, wanted his teeth scraping against my neck, wanted his mouth all over me. "I'm trying to eat," Lucien said."

feyre intimate lucien nothing reaction tamlin

Sarah J. Maas

b4082fe

"What else can you tell me?" Dad stares at me. "What have you learned while you were awake?" I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn't determine whether you get it or not, that "no" might not be enough, that life isn't fair, that my parents can't save me, that maybe no one can. "Nothing much," I mutter."

art chaos colonel-martin dad fragile hard life mess nothing sad save shades-of-earth time unfair

Beth Revis

78a34b7

I wanted nothing for free. Nothing came for free at our place anyway.

nothing nothing-comes-for-free

Markus Zusak

c8e8244

"You're as plain as the nose on your face," said Mr. Pennyworth. "And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway. You are a vacant doorway. You are nothing. Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody."

graveyard-book nothing

Neil Gaiman

075ec28

"Let me sleep," he said, and shut the door; it clicked in her face and she felt animal terror - this was what she feared most in life: the clicking shut of a man's door in her face. Instantly, she raised her hand to knock, discovered the rock... she banged on the door with the rock, but not loudly, just enough to let him know how desperate she was to get back in, but not enough to bother him if he didn't want to answer. He didn't. No sound, no movement of the door. Nothing but the void. "Tony?" she gasped, pressing her ear to the door. Silence. "Okay," she said numbly; clutching her rock she walked unsteadily across the porch toward her own living quarters. The rock vanished. Her hand felt nothing. "Damn," she said, not knowing how to react. Where had it gone? Into air. But then it must have been an illusion, she realized. He put me in a hypnotic state and made me believe. I should have known it wasn't really true. A million stars burst into wheels of light, blistering, cold light, that drenched her. It came from behind and she felt the great weight of it crash into her. "Tony," she said, and fell into the waiting void. She thought nothing; she felt nothing. She saw only, saw the void as it absorbed her, waiting below and beneath her as she plummeted down the many miles. On her hands and knees she died. Alone on the porch. Still clutching for what did not exist."

existence maze-of-death nothing nothingness philip-k-dick void

Philip K. Dick

81417b0

This pain, this terrible seeing-through that is in me now. It wasn't necessary. It is all pain, and it buys nothing. Gives birth to nothing. All in vain. All wasted. The older the world becomes, the more obvious it is. The bomb and the tortures in Algeria and the starving babies in the Congo. It gets bigger and darker. More and more suffering for more and more. And more and more in vain.

birthing bomb dark necessary nothing obvious older pain starving suffering terrible torture vain waste wasted world

John Fowles

cde921d

"The Fremen have a simple, practical religion," he said. "Nothing about religion is simple."

nothing practical religion simple

Frank Herbert

49af150

"Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is "nothing."

joan-didion nothing play-it-as-it-lays questions

Joan Didion

a07d672

"It's only horrible if you see it that way," Morrie said. "It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye." He smiled. "Not everyone is so lucky."

bye dying horrible ill lucky nothing slow time wilt

Mitch Albom

618a9ee

Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing. And nothing can be nice.

as-they-slip-away atu-series drugs feeling forgetting kayleigh nothing nothingness numb pills right selene

Beth Revis

cd048ca

This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black curtain.

despair dust emptiness nothing space weakness

Gustave Flaubert

b593120

"You're the only person who means anything to me in the whole world, you're all I've got..." "Well then you've got nothin."

love meaning nothing relationships

Garth Ennis