Everything is nothing, but afterwards. After having suffered everything.

Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.

When I’m nothing more, won’t I be more nothing? How I’d like not to be more nothing when I’m nothing more!

And nothing is, but what is not.

"Cold?" Reacher said. "This is nothing."

nothing comes of nothing after all.

I could have told her that if something is disappointing I know it's not nothing because nothing is not disappointing.

Cuando no sea más nada, ¿no seré más nada? ¡Cómo quisiera no ser más nada cuando no sea más nada!

A certain amount of nothing in a dream deferred.

Everything is nothing, with a twist.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

If nothing happened, then there's nothing to remember, she told herself, trying to sound philosophical. Of course there's nowhere to start.

Thou art nothing. And all thy desires and memories and loves and dreams, nothing. The little dead earth-louse were of greater avail than thou, were it not nothing as thou art nothing. For all is nothing: earth and sky and sea and they that dwell therein. Nor shall this illusion comfort thee, if it might, that when thou art abolished these things shall endure for a season, stars and months return, and men grow old and die, and new men and women live and love and die and be forgotten. For what is it to thee, that shalt be as a blown-out flame? and all things in earth and heaven, and things past and things for to come, and life and death, and the mere elements of space and time, of being and not being, all shall be nothing unto thee; because thou shalt be nothing, for ever.