So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness.
The morning’s recollection of the emptiness of the day before. Its anticipation of the emptiness of the day to come.
There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live.
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
To starve a child of the spell of the story, of the canter of the poem, oral or written, is a kind of living burial. It is to immure him in emptiness.
We were meant to grow. When we don't grow, we seek diversions--some harmless (if unproductive), others destructive--to fill the emptiness.
All descriptions of reality are limited expressions of the world of emptiness. Yet we attach to the descriptions and think they are reality. That is a mistake.
Such is the emptiness of human enjoyment that we are always impatient of the present. Attainment is followed by neglect, and possession by disgust.
It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.
From the point of view of emptiness, there is neither being nor non-being, but we're not on the point of view of emptiness, we're on the point of view of our relative being.
From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.
True emptiness is not empty, but contains all things. The mysterious and pregnant void creates and reflects all possibilities. From it arises our individuality, which can be discovered and developed, although never possessed or fixed.
It's just this epidemic unimportance, this pervasive feeling that just about everything is "no big deal," that drives these ordinary people to those fast-food joints, there to try to fill with carbohydrates the spiritual and emotional emptiness gnawing inside them.
By affliction Christ shows us our emptiness and weakness, draws us to the throne of grace, purifies our affections, weans us from the world, and makes us long for heaven.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.
So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a big gaping hole in it, an enormous emptiness, and I didn't know how to fill it or even know what belonged there.
To find out that you are empty of emptiness is to die into an aware mystery, which is the source of all existence.
Perhaps this is what it means to go mad: to be emptied and to be aware of the emptiness.
Put bluntly, the ego is not an obstruction to Spirit, but a radiant manifestation of Spirit. All Forms are not other than Emptiness, including the form of the ego. It is not necessary to get rid of the ego, but simply to live with it a certain exuberance.