For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.
Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed.
I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Angels dancing on the head of a pin dissolve into nothingness at the bedside of a dying child.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Each word seemed to me an unnecessary stain on silence of nothingness.
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours