Quotes About Insignificance

There is something about the heavens. In this world we live in where I am given so much power and attention, it is good to remember that I am but a bit of dust on a small dot in the universe.

There is nothing as dead and as damned as an important thing. The things that really matter are casual, insignificant little things.

How can you look at the galaxy and not feel insignificant?

My favourite thing about being in nature is that I feel so small and kind of insignificant.

I had nothing and lived in the most insignificant place.

It's so bizarre, being in the rolling water, but I like how insignificant it makes me feel, that's a good head space to be in.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

Qué importa, qué más da, recuerdos son recuerdos: llamitas moribundas que ya apagará el olvido. En la mísera trama de la vida tejida de deleznables instantes, ¿qué es un instante entre millones además?

Cuanto más me inclinaba a creer en mi importancia, más me dabas tú la sensación de mi nada...

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that our civilization has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden scepters. Beyond the door are the dark wastes where Leviathans wrestled for millennia. We are a blink of an eye, a joke amidst a tragedy.

Do you really imagine that your scrawl of a map has just sealed the fate of Toll and Mandelion?" Clent asked quietly but coolly. "Madam, it will make no real difference. We are simply not that important. We are ants watching the clash of dragons and trying not to get cooked to a crisp by creatures that have barely noticed us.

What is man in nature? Nothing in relation to the infinite, everything in relation to nothing, a mean between nothing and everything.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

Whatever your main struggle is, it is insignificant in the face of your death; it is petty and unimportant and has no meaning at all. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Most of us think we're more important than we really are, Charlie. The universe isn't watching. It mostly, for the most part, doesn't care.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.

But my one-day absence was probably not having an effect on anybody. Not one human being had noticed that I was gone, likely. I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

destined to founder in the ennui of a nothingness of insignificance that incubates this abandonment of Being that is proper to beings.

You need to see your life in context of time and space — how vast creation is, how big the universe is and how small your life is, relative

For my own part, indeed, as I dare not say that there ever was a time when the Lord God was not Lord, so I ought not to doubt that man had no existence before time, and was first created in time. But when I consider what God could be the Lord of, if there was not always some creature, I shrink from making any assertion, remembering my own insignificance.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?

The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent, but if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.