Indeed, one of the finest achievements of the book is its unflinching, empathetic depiction of just how it feels to be poised on that cusp, to experience the chill clutch of the thought that the rest of one's life might be empty of love, sex, intimate human contact.
More dubious, however, is a chapter called "Transcendent Abilities," which is a lyrical but scientifically empty chapter on love, creativity, and poetry.
Liberation, revolution or social justice is nothing but empty rhetoric if love is not added to the equation.
And so we pat ourselves on the back for empty claims of love that are often little more than the sanctified condemnation of people we don't like, people we don't understand, people we consider our enemies.
Many sit in the tombs of those gone to glory, but countless more are rotting away in bodies that serve as corporeal prisons: lifeless survivors of capitalisms, black neoliberalism, in/externalized anti-blackness and empty promises of love, home and justice.
In "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," its composer, Ewan McColl, continued that title's sentiment with the lines, "I thought the sun rose in your eyes, and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and the empty skies, my love".
For example, hamsters love empty toilet roll tubes––these will keep them occupied for hours!
When love empties itself out,.
By Donald Hall The New Yorker, December 11 , 2006P. 89 When love empties itself out, View Article By John Cassidy By Kathryn Schulz By Junot Díaz By Ben Taub.
My vegetables would bolt that spring, a dear friend showed how empty she saw my love, and another died from drinking beyond what his body wanted and then he drank again.
