Quotes About Insignificance

The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

No man is a hero to his valet de chamber

Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.

What does it really matter?' is a line we like to associate with bourgeois callousness, but it is the line most likely to make the individual aware, without dread, of the insignificance of his existence. The inhuman part of it, the ability to keep one's distance as a spectator and to rise above things, is in the final analysis the human part, the very part resisted by its ideologists.

Une poussière de petits souvenirs insignifiants qui traçaient malgré tout, en s'enchevêtrant les uns aux autres, la trame d'une vie. Celle de Dimeglio, inspecteur principal à la Brigade criminelle, indice 320. Une vie sans histoires.

is truly great who deemeth himself small, and counteth all height of honour as nothing.

The conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little.

I don't pretend to understand the Universe - it's a great deal bigger than I am.

Happy are the people whose annals are blank in history books

Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books

I always imagine the world and myself above it and how minute one negative person's voice is in comparison to the amount of people that are in the world.

Somewhere in the far north of Canada there wuld be snow, falling soundlessly overy the Beaufort Sea, falling over the Artic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use this information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?

ÎÈ›i vin în gând mari asemenea modele, vezi limpede c? eÈ™ti un om de nimic, c? viaÈ›a È›i se iroseÈ™te în bucurii È™i în tristeÈ›i m?runte, în discuÈ›ii f?r? sens. "RuÈ™ine! RuÈ™ine!" strigi muÈ™cându-È›i buzele.

And if something is only itself, it doesn't particularly matter.

I am nothing, and not even that.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

You're that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat's ass about.

Alors il peut sans doute recommencer à y croire, à les aligner, les ordonner élégamment les uns après les autres, insignifiants, sonores et creux, dans d'élégantes phrases insignifiantes, sonores, bienséantes et infiniment rassurantes, aussi lisses, aussi polies, aussi glacées et aussi peu solides que la surface miroitante de l'eau recouvrant, cachant pudiquement…

The cultural problem was 'the fallacy of insignificance', and it was a philosophical form of this fallacy that had somehow landed existentialism in a cul de sac.

He was a mote cycling in the wheels of a giant clock. Millions of people tended to this magnificent contraption, they lived and sweated and toiled in it, serving the mechanism of metropolis and making it bigger, better, story by glorious story and idea by unlikely idea. How small he was, tumbling between the teeth.

Two other women took their own lives that spring, more than usual but nothing remarkable. No one with a name that would be remembered come winter, so shallow was their mark.

love pales into insignificance when pitted against ambition.

Let us not take it for granted that life exists more in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.