Quotes About Insignificance

Do you think that a billion people knowing your face makes you special? It doesn't.

But being considered the best speaker in a computer science department is like being known as the tallest of the Seven Dwarfs.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

The world is much larger than I once dreamed, or perhaps my place in it is smaller than I once realized.

My Crow A crow flew into the tree outside my window. It was not Ted Hughes's crow, or Galway's crow. Or Frost's, Pasternak's, or Lorca's crow. Or one of Homer's crows, stuffed with gore, after the battle. This was just a crow. That never fit in anywhere in its life, or did anything worth mentioning. It sat there on the branch for a few minutes. Then picked up and flew beautifully out of my life.

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.

On ne sait jamais rien. Sauf ce qui est sans importance.

Although there was no enemy or danger to be perceived, they felt the apprehension and doubt of those who have come unaware upon some awe-inspiring place where they themselves are paltry fellows of no account.

There wasn't a single thing in there that reminded me of my existence.

We humans give ourselves such airs, even aggrandizing our poky little 'sins' to the level of cosmic significance!

One man's feeling is not always equal to all life is. Sometimes it's not equal to anything much at all.

And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

The answers hardly seemed of consequence. Not much did. I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

How astounding, Andras thought, that a ship that size could shrink to the size of a house, and then to the size of a car; the size of a desk, a book, a shoe, a walnut, a grain of rice, a grain of sand. How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.

How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.

Compared to the you in my heart, the I in you is insignificant.

How can I—how can an insignificant little dewdrop on the grass ever aspire to the sun? How would it ever come to pass?" "Indeed; there's no comparing them, after all. But the dewdrop does capture the vast, seething ball of fire within itself, doesn't it?

She did not care.they where obedient. They died at her word. That was important, the rest was nothing.

There's no scandal involved," she said airily. "I have no connection with you whatsoever. I have nothing to do with you. You are a thimble filled with water next to my ocean. You are a grain of sand to my beach. You are a tiny star in the sky. You're nothing to me.

All you could do was wait for death to make you inconsequential. Frank

One's own life seemed puny against the background of so much history.

Twittering just seemed to be people telling other people what they were doing--getting in the shower, making coffee. Who on earth wanted to know these things?...Babble and twitter. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.