On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise ever — Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise ever — Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise ever — Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise ever — Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise ever — Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Download Customize

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
empty perspective rain silence white noise

More “Empty” Quotes

Everyone is alone. Everyone is empty. People no longer have need of others. You can always find a spare for any talent. — Urobuchi Gen, 監視官 常守朱 1 [Kanshikan Akane Tsunemori]
Whether your cup is half-full or half-empty, remind yourself there are others without one. — Matshona Dhliwayo
Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment — Munia Khan
Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both. — Craig D. Lounsbrough
A hole is a space where everything has been moved out so that opportunity has space to move in. — Craig D. Lounsbrough
The value you get does not depend on what you have, but how much of it you bring to the market place. You don’t get paid — Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365
Time does have a way of softening most things. Anger, hate, and even loss are often diluted by the passage of time. And — Cynthia Mock Burroughs
Life luscious wet life bereft of death, loss of empty shell minus absent of nothing exploding star cell amoeba sweet alg — H. Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose
The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief. — Catherynne M. Valente, Silently and Very Fast
I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me — George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without l — Chica Umino, Honey and Clover, Vol. 7
I was desperate to discover what nothing felt like. It was the absence of something that attracted me. It was the start. — Augusten Burroughs