Quotes About Insignificance

The dead worry the living because their silence reminds us how little the great comedies and tragedies in our lives matter and how little the universe would care if we'd never lived at all." -- Nara

I find these nobodies so much more interesting than the celebrated people. Why is that?

I am as a speck of dust in the sun, and not even so much, in this solemn, mysterious, unknowable universe.

Less cannot imagine Delaware being a miracle to anyone.

Lena felt like a child. Worse than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No, smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled you could shoot it through a straw like a spitball.

My life seemed like a speck of dust in comparison to the universe.

There is nothing so minute or inconsiderable that I would not rather know it than not know it.

Even now that I have concluded this moving recapitulation, it seems as nothing; and the whole world, my dear is as a bit of dirt under my feet.

That was nothing to get excited about, as it was one of the commoner human experiences—neither to give a damn nor be given a damn about.

But my Country has in its Wisdom contrived for me the most insignificant Office that ever the invention of Man contrived or his Imagination conceived: and as I can do neither good nor Evil, I must be borne away by Others and meet the common Fate.

And indeed nothing had happened, a momentous nothing, just another of the great world's shrugs of indifference.

men are never duly touched and impressed with a conviction of their insignificance, until they have contrasted themselves with the majesty of God. Frequent

Men are never duly touched and impressed with a conviction of their insignificance until they have contrasted themselves with the majesty of God.

He would have considered it ironic that, the more men discovered the insignificance of their planet, the more highly they would rate themselves, all the more sure that they could explain everything without reference to God. They

Warraner would rather have been the king of nothing than the prince of something.

A fine lady is a squirrel-headed thing, with small airs and small notions; about as applicable to the business of life as a pair of tweezers to the clearing of a forest.

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.

I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all.

So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.

Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs.

Lo observé con atención. Él era exactamente así. No quedaba nada que pudiese interesarme de él. No era siquiera un fragmento del pasado, era solo una mancha, como la huella que una mano dejó años atrás en una pared.

It was hard to feel cheerful when someone kept telling you you were a little fish in a big sea.

Whenever I am worried about anything," said this guy Ben,"I like to think about China. China has a population of like two billion people, and not one of them even remotely cares about whatever you think is so important." I acknowledged that this was a great comfort.

And that's when he saw, at last, why it was so sweet to be infinitesimal: because as we become nothing, beneath the stars, so too do our troubles.