Quotes About Futility

Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment.

Construyo mis recuerdos con el presente. Estoy desechado, abandonado en el presente. En vano trato de alcanzar el pasado; no puedo escaparme.

He chased ruin and death even harder than he had chased women. He blew his talent and his health and reached home, the grave, in a dusty slide.

I don't think the struggles of desire can ever be won. Ages of longing and willing, willing and longing, and how have they ended? In a draw, dust and dust.

MEPHISTO Lusts cannot fill him nor happiness content, He whores after changing shapes and cannot rest, And the last miserable empty moment 11590 The poor wretch seeks to hold it fast. He held out hard against me but Time commands: Now the old man lies here in Time's sands. The clock stands still –

Sonuçta dünyan?n bütün i?leri a?a??l?kt?r ; ba?kalar?n?n sözüyle, hiçbir tutkusu ya da bir gereksinimi olmaks?z?n, para, ?an ?eref ya da bilmem ne u?runa didinen biri her zaman bir budalad?r.

I wander on my way with aching heart; and the universe is to me a fearful monster, for ever devouring its own offspring.

In fact the bare adjective "bad" hardly scratches the surface of the man's awesome incapacity.

Presenting ourselves to death outside of Christ, even when disguised as a justifiably self-imposed penance or fasting, is an exercise in self-righteous futility. Self has no problem with a self-supervised execution it can be proud of.

They were all down there trying to wire the shackle. Each one of them alone, clinging to the stem of a mushroom anchor with one breath inside. One breath. It didn't matter if you got the shackle wired or not. There was no up. When your breath was done, no up." John Casey, Spartina

The sad thing about true stupidity is that you can do absolutely nothing about it.

The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.

Funny, that. For so long Wormwood had desired the throne and then, when he'd had it, it hadn't been worth desiring after all.

What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.

That was madness. You're never going to bring one of those down with a handgun.

A world made to be lost, - A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.

what's life good fer anyhow? The minute you crawl into the world for no good reason of yer own, it's got you licked four ways from the ace.

Faith, courage, optimism, looking forward, bring us new life and more life. Futility, frustration, living in the past are not only characteristic of 'old age'; they contribute to it.

No one can restrict and stop another one that stays wasting its time for nothing, realizing that impossible matters remain consequently impossible.

I had nothing better to do, had I, except recount my money and repaint my finger-nails and die of frustration?

En el mundo no había nada que ganar, que su vida estaba llena de aventuras diferentes y desatinadas igual que la mía, y que el tiempo sencillamente se escurre sin sentido alguno

Si rien ne pouvait nous sauver, ni l'argent, ni le corps d'un homme, ni même les études, autant tout détruire immédiatement.

If nothing could save us, not money, not a male body, and not even studying, we might as well destroy everything immediately.

Commonly, people believe that defeat is characterized by a general bustle and a feverish rush. Bustle and rush are the signs of victory, not of defeat. Victory is a thing of action. It is a house in the act of being built. Every participant in victory sweats and puffs, carrying the stones for the building of the house. But defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom. And above all of futility.