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

“The magic fades too fast
the scent of summer never lasts
the nights turn hollow and vast
but nothing remains...nothing lasts.”
― Sanober Khan

“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

“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

“The West's post-Holocaust pledge that genocide would never again be tolerated proved to be hollow, and for all the fine sentiments inspired by the memory of Auschwitz, the problem remains that denouncing evil is a far cry from doing good.”
― Philip Gourevitch, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families

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

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

“It's strange. How hollow i feel. Like there might be echoes inside of me. Like I'm one of those chocolate rabbits they used to sell around Easter, the ones that were nothing more than a sweet shell encapsulating a world of nothing. I'm like that. I encapsulate a world of nothing.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“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

“He’s a hollow man, he believes in nothing. Hollow men are vulnerable to anyone who offers them something that might fill the void and make them feel less empty.”
― Dean Koontz, From the Corner of His Eye

“The insanity of it all is that the search for that which will fill us incessantly drives us to pursue the very things that will empty us. Yet, the greater insanity is to find ourselves utterly perishing in our emptiness and yet declaring to our dying day that the emptying was the filling. And that is emptiness of the most chilling sort.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“What can I say, will enable you to understand the depth of my sorrow?”
― Mary Shelley

“The Hollow man makes most noise of
Ignorance than wisdom;
Oh, the modern man!”
― Ujjal Mandal

“Jealousy is the symptom of a hollow heart.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

“Revenge is hollow and insatiable. It never satisfies; it never heals. It leaves us remorseful or hungry for more.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“Hollow is the head of a fool. And everyone who listens only to the echoes bouncing in his skull, believing them true, is doubly a fool. Yet these echoes are all we ever hear. Beliefs feeding into beliefs, mindless as serpents devouring their own tail.”
― Steven Erikson, The God is Not Willing

“Serpents aren’t the Devil, but scourge of man in deadly hollow.”
― Florin-Marian Hera, The Prairie of Hounds: Two short-stories intertwined in mist and darkness.

“Many people’s ideas are like paper plates that they’re selling as fine china. Either way, there’s typically nothing on them.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I think that in many cases emptiness is meant to be filled by leaving it empty.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The Desoto Solar Farm is the only place I have found unmarked hollow metal tubes in fuse holders! The electrical diagrams showed them as 100 amp fuses.”
― Steven Magee

“I never could find an electrical data sheet for the unmarked hollow metal tubes I found in the 100 amp fuse holders at the Desoto Solar Farm. They were a mystery!”
― Steven Magee

“No one at the dangerous Desoto Solar Farm could tell me what the unmarked hollow metal tubes I had found in the 100 amp fuse holders were made of.”
― Steven Magee

“In the dim, thick silence, Nesta lingered by the table against the wall near her front door. Slid her hand into her pocket and pulled out the folded banknote.

Enough for three months' rent.

She tried and failed to muster the shame. But nothing came. Nothing at all.

There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her.

But most of the time it was silence.

Ringing, droning silence.

She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by.

So did the months. She'd blinked, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Let me follow the sound of the rain
And keep pace with the infinite echo”
― Audrey Riva, Uncrossed Bridges

“I will not let myself get sick, go mad or retreat like a child into blubbering on someone else's shoulder. Masks are the order of the day-and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath