Quotes About Futility

Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;Round and round they sped.I was disturbed at this;I accosted the man."It is futile," I said,"You can never-""You lie," he cried,And ran on.

No existe nada realmente hermoso si no es lo que no puede servir para nada. Todo lo que es útil es feo, porque es la expresión de alguna necesidad y las del hombre son ruines y desagradables, igual que su pobre y enfermiza naturaleza. El rincón más útil de una casa son las letrinas.

blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn't there.

None of us are going to get younger, there's no point in trying to chase that dream because it won't happen.

He's at the chocolate teapot end of the competency scale.

Asking the head I have now to explain its own thinking is as pointless as dialing your own telephone number on your own telephone: Either way, you get an engaged signal. Or your own answer message, if you have that kind of phone system.

How shall man escape from that which is written; How shall he flee from his destiny? —Ferdowsi

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.

The lucky ones are just born dead.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you're changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you'll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you'll be dead.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash. I am Ozymandias, king of kings.

You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.

Crying is right at hand when you see how everything you ever accomplished will end up as trash.

sedÄ›l jsem tu v marné touze, chtÄ›l jsem srát, vÅ¡ak prdÄ›l pouze

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash. Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away. And I'm lost inside. This is as close as I've been to sleeping in almost a week.

It is useless to know what shall come to pass; it is a miserable thing to be tormented to no purpose.

Broken dreams are bad enough. But the dream that has no hope … the dream that is doomed long before it's broken, that's the worst of all.

Gli parve che l'unica soluzione potesse essere la follia, nessuna speranza se non la perdita della speranza.

Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.

En cierta manera, esto era su desastre, su desdicha. Era su castigo el ver hundirse y desaparecer aquí a un hombre, allá a una mujer, en esa profunda oscuridad, mientras ella estaba obligada a permanecer aquí con su vestido de noche.

Prompted by the sky, which seemed to make it all a little futile—what they said, what they did—she said something perfectly commonplace again.

beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer and helplessly have to watch the shadow of his simian stoop leave mangled flowers in its wake, as the monstrous darkness approaches.