Quotes About Purposeless

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?

It is despair that nothing cannot be Flares in the mind and leaves a smoky mark Of dread. Look upward. Neither firm nor free, Purposeless matter hovers in the dark.

Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?

If you stand a lantern under a tree every insect in the forest creeps up to it—a curious assembly, since though they scramble and swing and knock their heads against the glass, they seem to have no purpose—something senseless inspires them.

At this moment, I feel as if the human race had no character at all – sought for nothing, believed in nothing, & fought only from a dreary sense of duty.

Cinquenta anos perdidos. Cinquenta anos gastos sem objetivo, a maltratar-me e a maltratar os outros. Cinquenta anos, quantas horas inúteis… Estraguei a minha vida. Estraguei-a estupidamente.

Startups alternate between nostalgia for the garage and millennial longing for a lucrative exit. But what I always keep in mind is how disconnected and purposeless I felt before Redfin or my earlier startup, Plumtree. All I ever wanted was to get into a situation where I could win. Everybody has that dream.

I could almost hear their voices asking, 'Why here, why now?' But of course they could have just as easily been asking, 'Why not here, why not now?' It would not occur to this crowd that there were no special rules involved; it would not occur to them, even though they were a crowd of imaginative artists, that the whole thing was simply a matter of random, purposeless terror that converged upon a particular place at a particular time for no particular reason.

In the beginning the point was not to have a point, to escape the world in which everyone had to have a job, a desk, an office.

And he could go on in life, existing from day to day, without connection and without hope. For he did not know what to do with himself.

Gold] gets dug out of the ground in Africa, or someplace. Then we melt it down, dig another hole, bury it again and pay people to stand around guarding it. It has no utility. Anyone watching from Mars would be scratching their head.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

Z is like a motorcycle with no one on it. Beautiful. Going nowhere.

The drugs don't destroy brain cells so much as they . . . eat away at their souls, leave them empty and purposeless.

It looked exhausting and pointless, two things that should be avoided at all costs

Siempre había mariposeado, sin ningún objeto fijo.

The number of people my age, younger now, a whole generation younger, who are fiercely bright, over-educated, under-employed and who are politicised and purposeless really upsets me. It's soul-destroying.

It is the saddest spectacle in the world, that of the crowd collected by a 'Wanted' advertisement. They are so palpably not wanted by any one for any purpose whatsoever; yet every time they gather together with a sort of hopeful hopelessness.

When energy is thrown away without purpose or wisdom, you feel an instinctive loss of life, a sense of sorrow.

By the time they arrive at Notting Hill, whatever rogue aspect of personality has been driving this morning's expedition seems to have decamped, leaving her feeling purposeless and confused.

Only useless things are indispensable.

Life is a useless passion.

It was true, I had always realized it—I hadn't any "right" to exist at all. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. I could feel nothing to myself but an inconsequential buzzing. I was thinking…that here we are eating and drinking, to preserve our precious existence, and that there's nothing, nothing, absolutely no reason for existing.

Tout existant naît sans raison, se prolonge par faiblesse et meurt par rencontre.