A. A. Milne Quotes

What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?

All that remains is was.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

Black is the Color and none is the number

One day you're there and then all of a sudden, there's less of you. And you wonder where that part went. If it's living somewhere outside of you. And you keep thinking maybe you'll get it back. And then you realize it's just gone.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.

I'm nothing, I'm not even here

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

It's an unknown, it's a disappeared. It has no identity, it's neither alive nor dead...it's disappeared

So much of my work has been about disappearing.

I started with self gone missing.

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

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

What happens if you drop all the things that make you I?

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

There are moments when it's too quiet. Particularly late at night or early in the mornings. That's when you know there's something lacking in your life. You just know.