Quotes About Futility

On se débattait parce qu'on espérait s'en sortir, c'était utilitaire, c'était ignoble. Tandis que la tragédie, c'était gratuit. C'était sans espoir.

N'aie pas peur de mes paroles: une morte ne veut plus rien, elle ne veut ni amour, ni pitié, ni réconfort.

Ä°nsan etraf?na rahats?zl?k veriyorsa hiçbir iÅŸe yaram?yor demektir.

There was a magic in the words. I suppose their power lay in their utter futility.

Her blank eyes burrowed through the fetid air between herself and her visitor. They were without content; hollow pools of meaninglessness. They were not eyes, but voids sunk between two jutting pent-houses of bone and two bloodless hummocks of cheek. They suspended two raw rods of grief before their own immobility, like frozen fountains in a bright wintry air; and on these rods the fluttering rags of a futile grief were hung.

There is only one sure means in life, Deasey said, of ensuring that you are not ground into paste by disappointment, futility, and disillusion. And that is always to ensure, to the utmost of your ability, that you are doing it solely for the money.

I don't save lives," Zelikman said. "I just prolong their futility.

There is one sure means in life of ensuring that you are not ground into paste by disappointment, futility and disillusionment. And that is always to ensure, to the utmost of your ability, that you are doing it solely for the money.

And the next moment the fierce wind comes screaming, whirling the needle-pointed dust, stifling all hope. And you know then that what has not happened will never happen. That hope is an end within itself.

He had always known that he would be lost without his job and his badge and his mission. In that moment he came to realize that he could be just as lost with it all. In fact, he could be lost because of it. The very thing he thought he needed the most was the thing that drew the shroud of futility around him.

We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.

When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away,whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good or bad, beautiful or ugly.

Know this. Elric cannot have want he desires most. What he desires does not exist. What he desires is dead. All Elric has is sorrow, guilt, malice, hatred. This is all he deserves and all he will ever desire.

God created a good world that was subjected to futility because of the sinful, treasonous choice of the first human beings.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

Trying to gather up my thoughts was as futile as trying to pick up spilled mercury. I had two big main depressing thoughts and each time I touched them they broke into many little morbid pieces.

Camino, s. Faja de tierra que permite ir de donde uno está cansado a donde es inútil ir.

Notre durée vaine et chétive

To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying

The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There's no sense in trying.

He laughed out loud. He was trying to remember if his memory had been altered. The epitome of irony and futility.

But for the rest nothing amused him; nothing satisfied him. All was shadows, emptiness, echoes and dust.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.