Quotes About Futility

Prayer is futility when compared to belief.

The truth is that a vast restructuring of our society is needed if remedies are to become available to the average person. Without that restructuring the good will that holds society together will be slowly dissipated. It is that sense of futility which permeates the present series of protests and dissents. Where there is a persistent sense of futility, there is violence; and that is where we are today.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he cannot sit on it.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Instead, the 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 the ornaments and furnishings would be her companions through the years to come. And she realized 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.

nothing on earth is lovable or trustworthy.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I had no intention of running after him. It was as though he had already gone somewhere far away, and I could run and run but I would never catch him.

Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring. You bodly threw down your challenges and then ran away in a childish panic when someone picked them up...

La mayor vanidad que hallo entre los hijos de vanidad es, no contentos ser vanos en la vida, procuran aya memoria de sus vanidades después de la muerte.

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

All diese Ratschläge, die ich Dir gebe, sind vergeblich und töricht. Niemand wird sie befolgen können. Aber ich wollte nichts anderes als: Bei Gelegenheit Deiner Kunst ein Gedicht schreiben, dessen Inbrunst Dir in die Wangen steigt. Es handelte sich darum, Dich zu entflammen, nicht Dich zu lehren." -Genet (Der Seiltänzer)

You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.

So Lydia is worried about all these things, and yet, she has a new understanding about the futility of worry. The worst will either happen or not happen, and there's no worry that will make a difference in either direction. Don't think.

She has a new understanding about the futility of worry. The worst will either happen or not happen, and there's no worry that will make a difference in either direction. Don't think.

she has a new understanding about the futility of worry. The worst will either happen or not happen, and there's no worry that will make a difference in either direction.

So Lydia is worried about all these things, and yet, she has a new understanding about the futility of worry. The worst will either happen or not happen, and there's no worry that will make a difference in either direction.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?

Hope's interesting, isn't it? I can't turn hope off, it's hopeless.

Computers thwart, contort, and befuddle us. We mess around with fonts, change screen backgrounds, slow down or increase mouse speed. We tweak and we piddle. We spend countless hours preparing PowerPoint slides that most people forget in seconds. We generate reports in duplicate and triplicate and then somw that end up serving only one function for most of the recipients - to collect dust.