Quotes About Futility

Todo, todo se queda atrás, la siniestra vejez y la plenitud irrisoria.

Inútil todo intento de orden ante tan decidida vocación de caos. Y

No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me…. Na poo, finny!

C'est donc cela, la vie d'adulte ; construire des châteaux de sable puis sauter dessus à pieds joints, et recommencer l'action, encore et encore, alors qu'on sait bien que les océans les auraient effacées de toute façon ?

You might as well hurl cherries at a mountain.

Sipelgate jaoks on nende tegevus ülioluline, aga meie teame, et piisab vaid ühest jalahoobist, et nende väikeste ja pidevate pingutuste vili kaotsi läheks. Ja sipelgad ei mõista eales, miks nii läks.

Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy, And in the withered fields where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain.

The futility of bourgeois existence is extended to be that of the human situation in general, of existence per se.

Sometimes I felt so badly about those cats that I'd find myself wishing that both I and the cats could simply cease to exist.

Whatever your main struggle is, it is insignificant in the face of your death; it is petty and unimportant and has no meaning at all. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

I'm struck by how pitiful and pointless this little container called me is, what a lame, shabby being I am. I feel like everything I've ever done in life has been a total waste.

When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?

finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.

I could go on like this forever, but would I ever find a place that was meant for me? Like, for example, where? After lengthy considerations, the only place I could think of was the cockpit of a two-seater Kamikaze torpedo-plane. Of all the dumb ideas. In the first place, all the torpedo-planes were scrapped thirty years ago

There are things in this world you can't do a damn thing about." "Like what?" "Like a rotten tooth, for example. One day it just starts aching. No one can ease the pain, no matter how hard they try to comfort you. It makes you furious with yourself. Next thing you know you're furious with them because they aren't pissed off with themselves. See how it escalates?

And once more I'm struck by how pitiful and pointless this little container called me is, what a lame, shabby being I am. I feel like everything I've ever done in life has been a total waste.

All efforts of reason and analysis are, in a word, like trying to slice through a watermelon with sewing needles. They may leave marks on the outer rind, but the fruity pulp will remain perpetually out of reach.

It was as good as sealing yourself into a dungeon. Walled in, with nowhere to go but your own doom.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

I can't wring blood from a stone.

Death is not the worst rather, in vain To wish for death, and not to compass it.