Hollow Quotes

“One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“He knows what he'll find if he digs deeper. there's no rush to unpack my insides. he understands there is nothing special about emptiness, nothing interesting about depression.”
― Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

“Don't pursue something with a vengeful heart, or it will destroy you. Hate wraps a cold hand around your heart and hollows you out."
- Justus”
― Dannika Dark, Twist

“My name is Abbey. And I'm in love with a ghost.”
― Jessica Verday, The Hidden

“Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Chosen

“I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.”
― Robin Hobb, Fool's Assassin

“For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no consciousness of itself. It faded into the white world of their bed sheets and walls; it was sucked away by the words of doctors who tried to talk to the invisible scattered smoke... They saw his outline but they did not realize it was hollow inside.”
― Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony

“He didn't answer me, but held my gaze intently as he stood and slowly started to reach for the bottom of his sweater. He turned around and lifted it up over his shoulders, and I forgot how to breath. The sweater slid off of him in one long smooth motion and messed up his hair, leaving it tousled and sexy-looking. An interlooking chain of small black circles and triangles was etched onto each shoulder blde, ending halfway down his back... He turned back around to face me, and his green eyes stared right through me... I gulped again and tried very hard not to drool”
― Jessica Verday, The Hollow

“Bye Caspian!' I called out. He stopped, and threw me a big grin over his shoulder. I grinned back like the Cheshire cat. What was it about him that made me feel so ridiculously happy?”
― Jessica Verday, The Hollow

“If you go to thinking take your heart with you. If you go to love, take your head with you. Love is empty without thinking, thinking hollow without love”
― C.G. Jung, The Red Book: Liber Novus

“It’s for the best. But no matter how many times I repeat it, the strange, hollow feeling in my stomach doesn’t go away. And ridiculous as it is, I can’t shake the persistent, needling feeling that I’ve forgotten something, or missed something, or lost something forever.”
― Lauren Oliver

“It is deep January. The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.

It is in this solitude, a syllable,
Out of these gawky flitterings,

Intones its single emptiness,
The savagest hollow of winter-sound.”
― Wallace Stevens

“Until I realize that it’s all I gift, I can hold all of it and yet receive none of it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The center of my sins
stuck behind a blocked door,
circled by hollow deeds
spread on my lifetime’s floor”
― Munia Khan

“He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Hunting for Spring

“we met one strange summer

in a regular tangle of sticky webs

you had the air of angels sweet but I--

drowned with the damned spirits

in lava oceans fearing your--

foreign static frequency

and grey-green eyes

(I swear they are even if you--

think otherwise): storms

calm ones, calmer than my--

raging coals, empty and dead

you speak of souls like you believe

always an optimist in pessimistic

skin of ivory and titanium mesh...”
― Moonshine Noire

“The politician is the poorest man in the world, the most empty man, the most hollow—stuffed with straw and nothing else.”
― Osho, The Secret of Secrets

“Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead

Nay, I swim with sea-demons

no sweet summer tuned radio

over my sunless desertscape

how does it burn without the sun?”
― Moonshine Noire

“There is an evil creeping inside
The darkness has a firm hold on me
There is a desire burning within
Ambition seeks to replace the air I breathe
There is a voice, relentless voice in my head
My peace has abandoned me
There is nothing but loneliness
A hollow place I can't trace
A void filled with nothing but space
A sorrow with which no one can relate
I'm just an innocent girl longing for tranquillity
But I'm fading away
Fear has taken over me”
― Evy Michaels

“I looked up at the ivory towers above us all. Nowhere else equals the feral design of this city. Tall skyscrapers that act as gorges hollowing out between flat cement dancing into narrow alleyways like bottomless pits. Building walls rusted the color of blood. Sometimes when you look down the horizon from afar the city looks wider than it is, like a thin field of magical lights gleaming with the hopes of children and idealists; a light on at midnight in one of the penthouses or the changing hues of the Empire State Building. Most of the time though, the city is covered with a layer of honking cars and greed, sirens and the war cry of solicitors, all full of brambles and impenetrable conscience; garbage, steaming manholes, and heat waves twirling smog and pollution through your lungs like mirages as you walk breathlessly through a boiling desert.”
― Bruce Crown, How Dim the Promised Land

“Silently, as was our habit, Nathan and I walked to the end of Old Grove Road where a lake was dug into the earth, holding mystery upon mystery beneath its glassy surface.”
― Hollow Ryan, Ivy

“From the moment I said it, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. My Ryder instincts and my Ryder conscience needed to get it together. One refused to let me back down, while the other condemned my actions in not doing so.”
― Hollow Ryan, Ivy

“Wait!" I called. Too loud. All around me, the trees seemed to be listening, injured at hearing such a loud voice when they had been used to whispers and silence.”
― Hollow Ryan, Ivy

“Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes hollow.”
― Alan Turning

“I feign fullness, but in reality I am achingly empty. And it is because I too often sit at the table of the world instead of the feet of God.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“For showing me what I could have been if I hadn't turned cold and dark and hollow.”
― Carrie Ryan, The Dark and Hollow Places

“A terrible hollow seemed to menace him somewhere, somehow, a void, and into this void his energy would collapse. Energyless, he felt at times he was dead, really dead.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“Ocorreu-me, ali de pé, simplesmente a respirar com ela, com o sossego a reinar à nossa volta, que aquelas bem podiam ser as duas palavras mais bonitas faladas em língua de gente. 'Temos tempo.”
― Ransom Riggs, Library of Souls