Quotes About Futility

Someday the old shack we call the world will fall apart. How, we don't know, and we don't really care either. Since nothing has real substance, and life is a twirl in the void, its beginning and its end are meaningless.

Din tot ce-ai fost, nu mai ramîne decît o adiere patetica.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is somewhere else, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

When you meditate all day on the inopportuneness of birth, everything you plan and everything you perform seems pathetic, futile. You are like a madman who, cured, does nothing but think of the crisis from which he has emerged, the "dream" he has left behind; he keeps harking back to it, so that his cure is of no benefit to him whatever.

Frivolous, disconnected, an amateur at everything, I shall have known thoroughly only the disadvantage of having been born.

We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and that I was falling with it at a speed that made me dizzy.

By capitulating to life, this world has betrayed nothingness. . . . I resign from movement, and from my dreams. Absence! You shall be my sole glory. . . . Let "desire" be forever stricken from the dictionary, and from the soul! I retreat before the dizzying farce of tomorrows. And if I still cling to a few hopes, I have lost forever the faculty of hoping

Nu cunosc pe nimeni mai inutil ÅŸi mai inutilizabil ca mine. E un fapt pe care ar trebui s?-l accept pur ÅŸi simplu,f?r? s? m? consider cîtuÅŸi de puÅ£in mîndru pentru asta. Dac? nu va fi aÅŸa, conÅŸtiinÅ£a inutilit??ii mele nu-mi vaservi la nimic.

Of all that was attempted this side of nothingness, is anything more pathetic than this world, except for the idea which conceived it?

Cu rare exceptii "cartile" mele n-au trecere decat la ratati,la decazuti,la dezmosteniti ai soartei (in special femei),la adolescenti,pe scurt la ceea ce este inform si neispravit.

Avînd ÅŸansa de-a nu fi practicat vreodat? o meserie ÅŸi nicide-a fi lucrat la c?rÅ£i serioase, am avut de-a lungul anilorenorm de mult timp: o favoare rezervat?, în principiu,cerÅŸetorilor ÅŸi femeilor. CerÅŸetori sînt tot mai mulÅ£i, îns? einu-ÅŸi dau osteneala s? scrie; cît despre femei, în zilelenoastre ele se duc la serviciu, la birou — infern idiotizant.

Gripat. Am r?mas în pat toat? ziua. Revenirea unor vechi obsesii, a sentimentului c? pentru mine nimic nu e posibil. Oriunde m? duc, bolile mele m? însoÅ£esc. E datul capital al existenÅ£ei mele. S-ar spune chiar c? aceste boli m? preced?, c? preg?tesc terenul ca s? pot fi nefericit f?r? dificultate, f?r? obstacole. Chiar ÅŸi în Paradis de m-aÅŸ duce, fenomenul s-ar repeta ineluctabil.

Lacul Soustons, ora dou? dup?-amiaz?. Vîsleam. Deodat?, fulgerat de o reminiscen?? de vocabular: 'All is of no avail' (nimic nu serveÅŸte la nimic). S? fi fost singur, m? aruncam pe dat? în ap?. Niciodat? n-am simÅ£it cu asemenea violen?? nevoia s? termin cu toate.

Zadarnic supunem universul È™i ni-l însuÈ™im, atâta vreme cât nu vom fi învins timpul vom r?mâne doar niÈ™te sclavi.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately it is within no one's reach.

The more you live, the less useful it seems to have lived.

When someone complains that his life has come to nothing, we need merely remind him that life itself is in an analogous situation, if not worse.

The abundance of solutions to the aspects of existence is equalled only by their futility.

Toda participación en las agitaciones temporales es tiempo perdido y malgasto inútil. […]

It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

In each man I passed I discerned a cadaver, in each odor a rot, in each joy a last grimace.

It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

Estar en el tiempo, con menos provecho que Dios antes de la creación —imaginar y alcanzar el límite absoluto de la inutilidad.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know where that elsewhere is.