Emily Dickinson Quotes

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.

The void, the concept of nothingness, is terrifying to most people on the planet. And I get anxiety attacks myself. I know the fear of that void. You have to learn to die before you die. You give up, surrender to the void, to nothingness.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

There comes a time when the blankness of the future is just so extreme, it's like such a black wall of nothingness. Not of bad things like a cave full of monsters and so, you're afraid of entering it. It's just nothingness, the void, emptiness and it is just horrible. It's like contemplating a future-less future and so you just want to step out of it. The monstrosity of being alive overwhelms you.

Everything is meant to be lost, that the soul may stand in unhampered nothingness

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

What's a depression? The dictionary says a depression is a dent. And what's a dent? Everybody knows a dent is a hole. And what's a hole? You tell me what's a hole! And I'll tell you that a hole is nothin'!

Everything depends on this: a fathomless sinking into a fathomless nothingness.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

If you get too attached to how you want it to come out the other side, you freeze. I try to trust that it will work out in the end.

We should all relax about life because you don't have a clue as to what's really going on.

Bad things are not the worst things that can happen to us. Nothing is the worst thing that can happen to us!

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

I know nothing about letting go.

I had an essence in my life that I was nothing.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.

When you surrender and release the illusion of control, you begin to free-fall toward your destiny of a grand reunion with your original-self; a self uncorrupted by the world's false lessons of fear and control.

To relinquish the futile effort to control change is one of the strengthening forces of true detachment & thus true love.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

It's much too late to save myself from falling.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

Why don’t you try wandering with me to the Palace of Not-Even-Anything