Quotes About Futility

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

Like all such absurd acts of aggression, nothing was accomplished.

Most people's lives—what are they but trails of debris, each day more debris, more debris, long, long trails of debris with nothing to clean it all up but, finally, death.

I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

Y tú ahí de espaldas, de pronto más sabio y más triste que ellos, de qué te habrá servido tanta previsión si al final estás danzando esta misma música insensata.

Eu quero escrever o romance do nada. Eu quero mostrar a mais secreta das suspeitas humanas: a de sua própria inutilidade.

You're doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can't be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn't.

If there's one truth in this life, it's that you simply can't win. The most you can achieve is to make a nuisance of yourself, for a very short time.

Granted, I told Her, that your grand design is undoubtedly something very nasty and bad, eventually, in the long term. But you're immortal and I'm not, so if I stop you now, you'll just wait till I'm dead and start all over again, so really, what's the point in me interfering?

Not everybody. Most people just drift through their lives. And even the people who want to help just tell other people what to do. None of it does any good! People talk to hear themselves talk, that's all.

Du glaubst, es ging mir um die Unsterblichkeit?" Ein raspelndes Kichern. "Darauf seid allein ihr Menschen so versessen. Keine andere Kreatur lebt in solcher Furcht vor ihrer eigenen Vergänglichkeit.

I say, Billy, what's the use in playing croquet when you're doomed? He says, Frankie, what's the use of not playing croquet when you're doomed?

Communication is pointless and we're all doomed.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.

No recuerdo donde leí que "la muerte debilita nuestra confianza en la vida al demostrar que al final todo es igualmente fútil ante la oscuridad definitiva". Sí, "fútil" es la palabra exacta.

How many times in her life had she been faced with the same Sisyphean task?

His entire life had been a futile effort to stop a storm by yelling at it. The storm didn't care.

I looked at Hurl's lacerated face, her one remaining eye staring ahead. Defiant until the end, for all the good it had done. Brave . . . cowardly . . . she was still dead, so what did it matter?

It would be like finding out that you'd drawn lots for dessert at the Factory and been only one number off, only it didn't matter because Pete already snuck in to steal the dessert, so nobody was going to get any anyway - not even Pete, because it turns out there had never been any dessert to begin with.

He avoided stepping on the plants—though he wasn't sure why he bothered. The crops hardly seemed worth the effort. Wan, with wilted brown leaves, the plants seemed as depressed as the people who tended them.

Somewhere in the dark a vast meaninglessness was beckoning to him. A grinning face that laughed scornfully at all his vain attempts to manage his life.

All that had gone before was useless, and some of it was worse.

Os homens trabalham à sombra de um erro, lançando ao solo para adubo o que têm de melhor. Por uma sina ilusória, vulgarmente chamada necessidade, desgastam-se a amontoar tesouros que a traça e a ferrugem estragarão e que surgem ladrões para roubar. É uma vida de imbecis, como perceberão ao fim dela, se não antes.

The superiority you discern in me," she concurred, "announces my futility. If you knew," she sighed, "the dreams of my youth!" But our realities are what has brought us together. We're beaten brothers in arms.