Quotes About Futility

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

When I go to the beach, even the tide won't come in.

There's Insanity on Both Sides of the Debate When You Argue with an Idiot.

All life is in vain, for Death makes a nonsense of pain.

It is vanity to chase the whirlwind.

what does all this benefit us without the love and grace of God? It is completely futile unless we love God and serve only him.

It is futile to strive for earthly things and to trust in riches that will perish. It is futile to desire honors and lift up ourselves. It is futile to be ruled by the desires of our physical body, for this will only bring misery in the end. It is futile to desire a long life and to care little for a good life. It is futile to concentrate on the here and now and not look forward to the things which are eternal. It is futile to love temporary things and not strive toward eternal joy.

Langley would never complete his newspaper project. I knew that and I'm sure he knew it as well. It was a crazy foolish hand-rubbing scheme that kept his mind in the mood he liked to be in.

Doing is never enough if you neglect Being. The ego knows nothing of Being but believes you will eventually be saved by doing. If you are in the grip of the ego, you believe that by doing more and more you will eventually accumulate enough 'doings' to make yourself feel complete at some point in the future. You won't. You will only lose yourself in doing. The entire civilization is losing itself in doing that is not rooted in Being and thus becomes futile.

I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind." When you reach this point, you are one step away from despair — and one step away from enlightenment.

But when I saw these sleek, shiny carcasses shimmering in the sunlight as they emerged from the ocean, shaking their giant heads; when I saw the waters roll from their sinuous bodies in miniature waterfalls as they glided hither and thither, now upon the surface, now half submerged; as I saw them meet, open-mouthed, hissing and snorting, in their titanic and interminable warring I realized how futile is man's poor, week imagination by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.

Seek to persuade the sea wave not to break. You will persuade me no more easily.

he arrived late at the office, perceived that his doing so made no difference whatever to any one, and was filled with sudden exasperation at the elaborate futility of his life

In consequence of this search he arrived late at the office, perceived that his doing so made no difference whatever to any one, and was filled with sudden exasperation at the elaborate futility of his life.

Granice was overcome by the futility of any further attempt to inculpate himself. He was chained to life - a 'prisoner of consciousness'.

The whole thing is so far beyond human measure that one's individual rage and revolt seem of no more use than a woman's scream at an accident she isn't in.

Fréquenter un écrivain, le connaître de près, dans l'espoir de mieux connaître son oeuvre était un exercice inutile et même destructeur.

Sainthood to those who labor over a hard cock in vain.

When I was still a rather precocious young man, I already realized most vividly the futility of the hopes and aspirations that most men pursue throughout their lives.

Giovanotto è inutile che si arrampichi... qui è tutta pianura.

Giornate che a metterle assieme e pigiarle tutte quante non ne uscirebbe una stilla di vita. Ma la vita è così: ammassata e secca, piena di avvenimenti sterili e ripetuti e sempre uguali e di cui si perde memoria. Spremi, e verrà fuori un pulviscolo di frustrazioni standard e un odore di fenolo, un polverizzarsi di garze faraoniche.

Éste es mi silencio, mi falta de ganas, mi inutilidad atroz.

Querer ganar en el juego sin ninguna carta en la mano, ni buena ni mala. Sin ánimos, tampoco, de ser espectadora. Sin ánimos, ni siquiera eso, de confesarme que me hastían el juego, las cartas, los jugadores y los espectadores.

Terribles rincones vacíos del cuarto! Cada uno se llena con la deseada presencia del ser amado. Rincones desnudos. Los dedos se retuercen en el aire tratando amorosamente de hallar Esos brazos, Esos ojos, Esa boca…Y ninguna magia activa su renombre. Todo es en vano. Nuevos deseos. Nuevas frustraciones. El nombre expirado por los labios no resucita en ningún rincón. ¡No! ¡Dios mío! ¡No!