Quotes About Futility

I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems...

life sucks, and I am pretty sure Fate hates me. But there is nothing I can do about any of that.

Once again Jacob was one who had gone to great lengths to secure his own well-being, but his efforts proved pointless.

To live in a world where men do not love, where they cheat and are callous, is to sink into a preoccupation with death, and to see the futility of anything except virtue.

They had sat round a painted, not a burning, fire, at which you tried in vain to warm your hands.....

By the way, I've decided there's no such thing as a simple life. It's futile to even pursue one.

all his ambitions were dust in his grave. It all came down to dust in the end.

because what good would it do when a true understanding of what was in store for them couldn't save them from any of it?

You could buy a snow blower or a nice wool dress for your wife, but beneath it all people were rats scurrying off to find garbage to eat, another rat to hump, making a nest in broken bricks, and soiling it so sourly that one's contribution to the world was only more excrement.

Fifty-five thousand casualties for five hundred yards' gain on the Champagne front in February 1915; 60,000 lost again that spring at the Battle of Saint-Mihiel; 120,000 in May at Arras. The next year brought the slaughter at Verdun stretching from February to June, with 315,000 total French casualties. Then came the French support for the British offensive along the Somme from July to November, in which another 200,000 were killed or wounded—all for little significant gain.

The disastrous history of our species indicates the futility of all attempts at a diagnosis which do not take into account the possibility that homo sapiens is a victim of one of evolution's countless mistakes.

And thus, as a closer and still intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into the recesses of his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.

The most futile cry of man is his impossible wish to be understood

Yes! That's what all our talk about a decent world has been... just so much bullshit." "We did say it was still only a dream." "And a bloody useless one at that. Life's a fuck-up and it's never going to change.

Hubo una vez un Rayo que cayó dos veces en el mismo sitio; pero encontró que ya la primera había hecho suficiente daño, que ya no era necesario, y se deprimió mucho.

Unless, of course, one chose to join the increasing numbers who had decided they were so deep in despair that there was nothing worse to fear in life. These were men who had finally, and so early, so surprisingly early seen enough of something in their own ives and in the lives around them to convince them of the final futility of efforts of efforts to break the mean monthly cycle of debt and borrowing, borrowing and debt.

I feel like a blind man searching a dark room for a pair of black socks that aren't there.

How many pessimists does it take to change a lightbulb? Never mind. Nobody would get the joke anyway.

any life ending in death is essentially pointless.

Wir sind Dickhäuter, wir strecken die Hände nacheinander aus, aber es ist vergebliche Mühe, wir reiben nur das grobe Leder aneinander ab, - wir sind sehr einsam. [...] Geh, wir haben grobe Sinne. Einander kennen? Wir müssten uns die Schädeldecken aufbrechen und die Gedanken einander aus den Hirnfasern zerren.

No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you're screwed because it's all fixed and rigged. There is a club and you ain't in it.

The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he can't sit on it.