Quotes About Futility

One day it would be over for all, that terrible dream of everlasting changes that held us to a place that never should have been if its greatest intention led only to wallowing in the muck of eternity.

And we will persist in chasing the impossible until we are no more.

In a world without a destination, we cannot even break ground on our Tower of Babel, and no amount of rush and hurry on our part will change that.

Even if this little account of mine, this little chronicle seems to disclose secrets that might undermine the nightmarish order of things, it does nothing but support and promulgate that order. Nothing can resist or betray this nightmare because nothing exists that might do anything, that might be anything that could realize a success in that way. The very idea of such a thing is only nonsense and dreams.

The universe is not just meaningless, but malignantly useless.

Rigorously considered, our only natural birthright is to die.

What remained lost was the revelation that nothing ever known has ended in glory; that all which ends does so in exhaustion, confusion and debris.

There's nothing more pathetic than dreaming dreams you know can never come true.

Today was so pointless that when I tried to write about it a moment ago, my pen ran out because it couldn't take the boredom.

When people conclude that all is futile, then the absurd becomes the norm.

Alimony is like buying oats for a dead horse.

Yeah, fighting a war to fix something works about as good as going to a whorehouse to get rid of a clap.

But when a sick person begins to feel that he's going to die, half my work is useless.

What a waste of time to be posthumously famous.

He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.

You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.

Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing above all else and that one thing is futility.

I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything. She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again.

Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.

Chigurh shot him through the forehead and then stood watching. Watching the capillaries break up in his eyes. The light receding. Watching his own image degrade in that squandered world.

There seemed insufficient substance to him to be the object of men's wrath. There seemed nothing about him sufficient to fuel any enterprise at all.

living people can sometimes change their situations, while dead ones can't change a fucking thing.

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I'll do my best.

Convencer es infructuoso.