Quotes About Insignificance

She is irrelevant. Irrelevant? No one is irrelevant. There's truth in that. But some are less relevant than others.

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

I am pleased to say that I am not a tortured comedian - I laugh a lot. My twenties weren't particularly happy, but it's the same for a lot of people. In your thirties, you realise that your life and your worries are really insignificant, and you have to force yourself to be more positive and take each day as a gift.

The events of my life are too unimportant, and have too little interest for any person not of my immediate family, to render them worth communicating or preserving.

The Himalayas make you insignificant. When you are trekking in the mountains of the Himalayas and finally you reach the top exhausted and completely wiped out; you look down and you see nothing. For hundreds of miles you see just hills, mountains and mist; when you look up from your sleeping bag at night you can see just stars.

I don't give a toss about being remembered after my death.

Cuanto más sabemos sobre el mundo, más pequeños e insignificantes para su funcionamiento descubrimos que somos.

Do you think yourself a string too short to save? Do you think that you are lank and straight, a linear bit with no connection fore or aft? Fear not your insignificance. Nature has a drawer for you. Yes, nature garners all the string too short to save, and mice visit that drawer. Here's nesting material! Yes, you will be interwoven, be it now or later.

The familiar shape of the cross still gleamed above the distant forest, but now that I had found companions it no longer made any impression on me.

We were quiet, two tiny specks glued down by gravity, peering at a universe that didn't notice us back.

May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.

What were rain and storm to me?

Never underestimate the big importance of small things

Sayg? duymad???n?z insanlardan gelen övgü ve hayranl???n ne önemi var?

If you write a whole line of zeros,it's still nothing, (Kira Alexandrovna)

The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman's coal buttons. No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.

If the grown-up version of me could have one chance at walking backwards into this story, part of me wishes I could sit down on the back pew with that pissed-off kid in his overly tight church clothes and Darkhawk attitude, and tell him: You think you're giant but you are such a small speck in the screwed-up world. This is not about you.

In the scope of the universe, and the arc of justice, my life is of little consequence.

I took several long walks in the Wright and adjacent Taylor Valleys. I did not feel insignificant on these journeys, dwarfed or shrugged off by the land, but superfluous. It is a difficult landscape to enter, and to develop a rapport with. It is not inimical or hostile, but indifferent, utterly remote, even as you stand in it. The light itself is aloof.

There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving. I am not a religious man per se...but for me, to go to sea is to get a glimpse of the face of God. At sea I am reminded of my insignificance-of all men's insignificance. It is a wonderful feeling to be so humbled.

The heartfelt realization of one's insignificance yields a calming sense of being completely connected to the greater whole. As a tiny part of the world and humanity, I now feel more at peace and much larger than I ever felt as a man alone.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.

The art of our time is anxious. Gone are the reassurances of religion and reason and progress. The modern world is alienating, and almost every serious modern artist addresses our precarious position, drawing our attention to the inhumanity of the world we've built. The only solace is our cosmic insignificance.

Con el tiempo nuestro nombre caerá en el olvido y nadie se acordará de nuestras obras. Pasará nuestra vida como rastro de nubes y como neblina se disipará, acosada por los rayos del sol y abatida por su calor.