Quotes About Futility

He will die with the impression of having done nothing useful.

You argue with her to no avail (she is supposed to be the "expert").

Possibly, some cynic, at once merry and bitter, had desired to signify, in this pantomimic scene, that we mortals, whatever our business or amusement--however serious, however trifling--all dance to one identical tune, and, in spite of our ridiculous activity, bring nothing finally to pass.

to express to the world how utterly nugatory is the choicest of man's own righteousness.

Thou shalt say a thousand things, and saying them a thousand times over, thou shalt still have said nothing!

In fact, in the grand scheme of things, everyone was equally useless.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

What a pitiful mass of dangerous nothing

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

you were the only one who understood the futility of the arrangement of life; all the others were only displeased with trivial segments, carped nonsensically about nonsense; Jane, you were killed by knowing too much.

you must some day die for nothing as I have lived.

You can feel your life being pounded to a pulp by the useless waste of time.

every man believes that he can tame a nymph but it only leads to the grave — for the man.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning

But they were all tricks.They were very dull. There were pages and pages of words that didn't say anything.Or if they did say something they took too long to say it and by the time they said it you already were too tired to have it matter at all. you al re ady we re

the world was molested with billions of people who had nothing to do with their time except murder it and murder you.

we were like some last, vast final dinosaur crawling feebly home somewhere, somehow, maybe to die.

You can't get blood out of a fucking turnip!

When I die they can take my work and wipe a cat's ass with it. It will be of no earthly use to me.

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What kind of power was it if everybody knew that it would never be used? Better to say that it was not there, that it was no more than the power in the anus of the proud dog who tried to put out a furnace with his puny fart.... He turned the yam with a stick.

It is those possessed by sublime madness who keep alive another way of being. W. H. Auden captured the solitude and even futility of such a life at the end of his poem "September 1, 1939." Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.32 ———

Television is a golden goose that lays scrambled eggs; and it is futile and probably fatal to beat it for not laying caviar. Anyway, more people like scrambled eggs than caviar.