Quotes About Futility

Escribir esta historia se me ha convertido en una carrera perdida de antemano contra el tiempo y la desmemoria, que son dos hermanos gemelos de dedos largos que todo lo tocan.

AT THIS POINT we may have come to the conclusion that we should drop the whole game of spiritual materialism; that is, we should give up trying to defend and improve ourselves. We may have glimpsed that our struggle is futile and may wish to surrender, to completely abandon our efforts to defend ourselves. But how many of us could actually do this? It is not as simple and easy as we might think. To what degree could we really let go and be open? At what point would we become defensive?

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

if the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.

The wonderful thing about hope is that it has absolutely no effect on anything. Just throw the switch.

They worshiped worthless idols, so they became worthless themselves.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.

Come on in girls, and leave all hope behind.

rationality can easily unveil the futility of life and lead to depression—as the stereotype of the extremely smart, but world-weary, educated man (often portrayed as a detective, philosopher, or doctor) suggests. As such, the rational worldview has its limits.

Language. The process of sharing with words seemed such a futile exercise sometimes.

Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I've woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It's pointless, but it happens.

Évekig rohangáltak az emberek – szólalt meg Szymanowski –, ki a halálból, be a halálba, egyik hitb?l a másikba, h?siesen, nagyszer?en, eszel?sen, bután, most aztán nincs hova rohanniuk, a rohanás mégis megmaradt valahol.

To argue with those who have renounced the use and authority of reason is as futile as to administer medicine to the dead.

Nothing leads so straight to futility as literary ambitions without systematic knowledge.

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

We had all that love, and we just cracked up under it. It's a big airplane engine, that takes you through the sky, right up to the top of the mountain. But when you put it in a Ford, it just shakes it to pieces. That's what we are, Frank, a couple of Fords. God is up there laughing at us.

Human existence must be a kind of error. It is bad today and every day it will get worse, until the worst of all happens." My own philosophy was a little cheerier than Schopenhauer's

If!" Tox spat. "If, if, if. You know how many miserable fucking losers have driven themselves into the ground trying to chase down ifs?

When I see a room full of people pedaling away on stationary bikes, I fall into an existential spiral. It's confirmation that all we do as humans is pedal, pedal, pedal, and go nowhere. We're just specks of dust in the universe, riding 1970s stationary bicycles.

It is strange to reflect how much energy is thrown away in attempting to know the unknowable.

Unvisited tombstones, unread diaries, and erased video game high-score rankings are three of the most potent symbols of mankind's pathetic and fruitless attempts at immortality.

All is vanity and everybody's vain. Women are terribly vain. So are men - more so, if possible.

While one might laugh at the meaningless boredom of people a decade or two ago, the emptiness has for many now moved from the state of boredom to a state of futility and despair, which holds promise of dangers.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.