Quotes About Futility

A question, doctor, he said. Why doesn't the coyote take the money he spends on bird costumes and catapults and radioactive road runner food pellets and explosive missiles and simply go eat Chinese? He smiled coolly. Why doesn't the coyote simply go eat Chinese food?

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you even hope to love what you can't grab onto.

For hope is dead, for hope is dead.

Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.

How much salt water thrown away in waste To season love, that of it doth not taste.

Age, thou hast lost thy labor.

There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

And every day past is just another step for fools on the way to their deaths.

The More I Rest The More I Go In VAIN

The acme of futility was to regret a pleasure that was past, and he had no intention of doing so.

Instead this room which had seen her grow to maturity would see her dry up and fade. The gilt mirror in the corner would bear its dispassionate testimony. All these ornaments and furnishings would be her companions through the years to come. And she realised that she would come to hate them, if she didn't already hate them, as one hates the witnesses of one's humiliation and futility.

The acme of futility was to regret a pleasure that was past, and he had no intention of doing so. The thing was done.

I have achieved a great deal to achieve nothing in the end.

Sophocles said to never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.

Una campaña de publicidad: ¿había acaso trabajo más útil y más fútil, más ligero y pesado, más hábil y pendejo, todo en un mismo producto?

I gave up trying to find out. Any knowledge I might gain was useless. I had no means of controlling where I was going - no rudder, no sails, no motor, some oars, but insufficient brawn.

How good it must feel to stand for something. To commit oneself to a lost cause. To gather with other like-minded souls and lock arms and sing songs under the stars. Wallowing in futility. Championing it, actually. How wonderful it must be to fight only losing battles. How safe and how comfortable. To posit yourself squarely on the side of peace and good. How brave the sand on an eroding beach.

We beginnen pas werkelijk te leven aan het einde van de filosofie, op haar ruïne, wanneer we haar verschrikkelijke onbenulligheid hebben begrepen, en begrepen hebben dat het nutteloos was toevlucht tot haar te nemen, dat zij geen enkele hulp biedt.

Maar wij ongelovigen, wij sterven met onze decors, te vermoeid om onszelf in de luren te leggen door de pracht en praal die beloofd is aan ons kadaver...

No one has been so convinced as I of the futility of everything; and no one has taken so tragically so many futile things.

We know life is futile. A man who considers that his life is of very wonderful importance is awfully close to a padded cell.

Love is not merely a weapon. It is not a strategy, and it may or may not work. To do good to those who hate you is such stupendous folly that it cannot be expected to work. Love didn't work for Jesus.

Solitude is a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

Time is that which a man is always trying to kill, but which ends in killing him.