Quotes About Futility

Eddie Fisher married to Elizabeth Taylor is like me trying to wash the Empire State Building with a bar of soap.

Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.

It was a toss-up which was more pointless: Arguing with an algorithm or talking back to his mother.

don't see the point in a useless emotional exercises.

Vanity is but the surface.

Ata që shpenzojnë paret e tyre për tu eksituar me mënyra të dorës së dytë, janë nevrikë si dukeshat që nuk e gjejnë dot banjën

Well, he thought, dwelling on past failures once you'd learned all there was to learn was just heaping futility on failure.

knew the futility of agonizing over why things had transpired as they had. What could have happened, did.

She was dead even before she was a corpse.

we should resist on principle, even though it might be futile.

Wisdom is found on the desolate hillside... where none comes to feed, and the stony bank where the rabbit scratches a hole in vain.

Getting old is like driving through snow that just gets deeper and deeper. When you finally get in over your hubcaps, you just spin and spin. That's life. There are no plows to come and dig you out. Your ship isn't going to come in, girl. There are no boats for nobody. You're never going to win a contest. There's no camera following you and people watching you struggle. This is it. All of it. Everything.

And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

You see—I hope you never get there yourself—but some of us get to the point in life where we realise that nothing matters. Nothing fucking matters.

You only followed where you were going if you wanted to get back to where you had started from, and she knew that was impossible.

You still don't get it. You never did, and you never will. So stop even trying.

There is a law out there, if not of thermodynamics then of something equally primary and inescapable, that explains why everything from instant messaging to fabulous sex to aspic can in the end be defined as an illustration of the futility of existence. And it really, really sucks.

The day before you died was the longest, slowest day ever. It gave you more time than you could possibly want to contemplate all the things you'd got wrong, the chances you'd missed, the errors you'd made. It was long enough to convince the most hopeful person that there was no point in anything.

His expression hardened. It was unpleasant to have feelings that he had been at pains to check aroused to no purpose

Atata vreme cât cercul vicios nu se va rupe undeva, nu numai ceasul, dar ÅŸi timpul vor sta în loc oprite de firele de nisip.

L'homme est une passion inutile. Man is a useless passion.

The attempt to make the consumption of beer criminal is as silly and as futile as if you passed a law to send a man to jail for eating cucumber salad.

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.