“At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to feel the space, the empty space and points of light. That's how dancers must feel, dancers and acrobats, just for a second, that freedom.” IfsWayWantFeelsBookWholeBodyLightWantedStarsSpaceRoomsPaintingHairBedMoonWindowEmptyLaysRoundsDancerAstronautHelmetEmpty SpaceMilky WayPoints Of LightBed Time Author:Jeanette Winterson
“Wimsey stooped for an empty sardine-tin which lay, horribly battered, at his feet, and slung it idly into the quag. It struck the surface with a noice like a wet kiss, and vanished instantly. With that instinct which prompts one, when depressed, to wallow in every circumstance of gloom, Peter leaned sadly against the hurdles and abandoned himself to a variety of shallow considerations upon (1) The vanity of human wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First love; (4) The decay of idealism; (5) The aftermath of the Great war; (6) Birth-control; and (7) The fallacy of free-will.” FirstsHumansWarWishFeetBirthCircumstancesKissingEmptyLaysInstinctSurfaceVarietyVanityConsiderationFree WillAbandonedPeterWetDecayFirst LoveIdealismShallowGloomFallacyBirth ControlGreat WarPromptsAftermathTinHurdleBatteredMutabilitySardines Author:Dorothy L. Sayers
“I suffered no pain, my hunger had taken the edge off; instead I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by all. I put my legs up on the bench and leaned back, the best way to feel the true well-being of seclusion. There wasn't a cloud in my mind, nor did I feel any discomfort, and I hadn't a single unfulfilled desire or craving as far as my thought could reach. I lay with open eyes in a state of utter absence from myself and felt deliciously out of it.” WayFeelsMindWellsStatesEyePainDesireFeltTakenEmptyLaysHungerCloudsEdgesLegsAbsenceBest WayWell BeingUnseenMy ThoughtsCravingDiscomfortBenchesNo PainSeclusionOpen EyesUnfulfilled Desires Book:Hunger Source: Hunger
“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.” MindFirstsLittlesBodyEyeDarkLove YouStupidHairListeningEmptyLaysBreatheStealingWarmthHer EyesSighLove You So MuchI Love You So Much Book:J. D. Robb In Death Collection Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection
“Note to self on waking. Lay off the beer on an empty stomach. This dream is even more screwed up than the time I had a donkey and a corkscrew. (Aiden) Donkey and a corkscrew? (Leta) I don’t know you well enough to fill you in on those details. (Aiden)” KnowsWellsSelfEnoughDreamEmptyLaysNotesDetailsBeerStomachWakingScrewed UpDonkeyNote To SelfEmpty Stomach Book:Upon The Midnight Clear Source: Upon The Midnight Clear
“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")” YearsFirstsLittlesMadeDifferentReasonFeelingsWould BeLastsGamesHouseMillionsSawsHeardTreeSadnessCryWindSpringYears AgoEmptyLaysTonightGrandmotherAutumnOctoberAutumn Leaves Author:Ray Bradbury
“I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am completely filled with the thought of you. Don't lay broken glass on my path I will crush it into dust. I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand, reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger. If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence revives my withered heart. You are the candle that lights the whole world and I am an empty vessel for your light. Rumi - "Hidden Music” IfsWorldHeartWholeHandsLightVoiceWonderKindnessPathSadnessCryFlowerBrokenThousandShadowEmptyMirrorsFilledLaysGlassesTinyWhole WorldDustGrassCrushCandlePalmsBladesVesselReflectingTentsReviveWitheredYour PresenceBlades Of GrassBroken GlassThoughts Of YouEmpty Vessels Author:Rumi
“Ready-to-Halt, Poor Fearing, and thou, Mrs. Despondency, and Much-afraid, go often there [the empty tomb]; let it be your favorite haunt. There build a tabernacle, there abide. And often say to your heart, when you are in distress and sorrow, Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” HeartPoorLordReadySorrowEmptyLaysDistressEasterTombsHaltYour FavoriteDespondency Author:Charles Spurgeon
“To the Jews, Rome constituted the quintessence of all that was odious and should be swept away from off the face of the earth. They hated Rome and her device, arma et leges, with an inhuman hatred. True, Rome had leges, laws, like the Jews. But in their very resemblance lay their difference; for the Roman laws were merely the practical application of the arma, the arms...but without the arms, the leges were empty formulae.” ShouldEarthFacesLawDifferencesArmsEmptyHatredLaysJewPracticalsHatedDevicesApplicationRomeResemblanceInhumanSwept AwayQuintessence Author:Joseph Kastein