Quotes About Futility

Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.

when pleasures you deny yourself turn out not to be pleasures, you're doubly destroyed, for not only do you lose an illusion, you also feel futile

In the days when I was ambitious I worked out a very pretty little plan for conquering the whole earth and rearranging things as they ought to be; and when, in the end, everything became so good it almost began to be boring, then I was going to stuff my pockets with as much money as I could lay hands on and creep away, vanish in some cosmopolis and sit at a corner cafe and drink absinthe and enjoy seeing how everything went to the devil as soon as I wasn't on the scene any more.

If wishes were horses , my mortal father used to say, beggars would ride .

Zgnije wszystko, co masz i czym jesteÅ›, stanie siÄ™ nicoÅ›ciÄ…. W nico?? siÄ™ obrócisz. NicoÅ›ciÄ… jesteÅ›.

Toujours en opposition avec lui-même, trompant ses espérances par ses maux présents, et ses maux par un avenir qui ne lui appartient pas, l'homme imprime à tous ses actes le caractère de l'inconséquence et de la faiblesse. Ici-bas rien n'est complet que le malheur.

Like the moth whose feet are caught in the molten wax of a candle, Rouget rapidly used up his remaining energy.

I understand now that desperate, clumsy desire to make people feel better—even when you know perfectly well that nothing will.

What is that admonition about not attempting to teach a pig to sing? It wastes your time and annoys the pig.

Shep's plight clearly illustrated that there was no point to anything and there was no relationship between virtue and reward and there never had been.

last night. As far as I know.' Meg groaned. 'You're all fucking useless

nimic nu e f?r? leac È™i, în str?funduri, totul r?mâne încremenit, zadarnicele agitaÈ›ii de la suprafa?? nu trebuie s? ne ascund? calmul mortuar care e soarta noastr?.

What an odd occupation: it doesn't look like a game or a rite, or a habit. I think they do it to pass the time, nothing more. But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

The pains they took to make themselves smooth! The rashes the creams left! The futility of it all! The enemy, hair, was invincible. It was life itself.

What was it about crazy people that made you want to shun them? The futility of reasoning with them, certainly, but also something else, something like a fear of contagion.

He flushed with sadness, as if every moment of his life were occurring all at once—his sister dying in childbirth, his mother squirming in that one-room flop, poor Danny sliding between wet logs, Gig in jail, and Jules dead—and how many more? All people, except this rich cream, living and scraping and fighting and dying, and for what, nothing, the cold millions with no chance in this world.

All people, except this rich cream, living and scraping and fighting and dying, and for what, nothing, the cold millions with no chance in this world.

But even as she was going through with it she knew it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost

She had married Subhash as a means of staying connected to Udayan. But even as she was going through with it she knew that it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost.

Ois tässä ollut päivä aikaa keittää se kypsäksi asti, sanoi Rahikainen pakkiinsa katsellen. Siellähän herne toveria etsii, mutta turha on työnsä.

The difficulty in dealing with a maze or labyrinth lies not so much in navigating the convolutions to find the exit but in not entering the damn thing in the first place. Or, at least not yet again. As a creature of free will, do not be tempted into futility.

We have conquered everything, and everything has slipped out of our grasp.

Over fertilized plants may be beautiful but are otherwise useless, like people whose energies are devoted so completely to their appearance that there is no other development.

There's as much chance of repealing the Eighteenth Amendment as there is for a hummingbird to fly to the planet Mars with the Washington Monument tied to its tail.