Quotes About Insignificance

Often we don't see the majesty of God's design because we're caught up in the mediocrity of our own designs.

There is no dignity in a crying toothpick.

We are more ready to try the untried when what we do is inconsequential. Hence the remarkable fact that many inventions had their birth as toys.

I really liked it best when I was a nobody.

I thought I couldn't make a difference because I was too small.

They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.

It makes absolutely no difference in the scheme of things whether all but a handful of people live or die. No more than the importance of a single flower, or blade of grass, or vegetable, or bird. It would make no difference if those men who held that ancient pass or that equally ancient fort had, instead, died of disease or old age or in a saloon fight. But it made a difference that they died where they did. It mattered. It justified their whole existence.

By twenty-six Hume had completed the first two volumes of A Treatise of Human Nature, 'the masterpiece which contains all that is most important in his thought'. The Treatise, though, was 'a complete failure', and there followed years of poverty and insignificance. Hume

His inconsistency. His inability to finish anything. His sudden terrifying feelings that nothing he did mattered. His realizations that what went on in the outside world had more substance than anything in his life.

He says to us: They don't really do anything. Then he adds: But of course there is not a lot for them to do.

I had never before thought so clearly about all the scenes that took place when I wasn't there to witness them. And then, I had a stranger and less pleasant thought: not only was I not necessary to those scenes, and not necessary to those lives that continued to go on without me, but in fact, I was not necessary at all. I didn't have to exist.

I waited for someone to remark on my absence, but no one did, for no one had noticed. Why would they? I was nothing, a stone. One more nymph child among the thousand thousands.

Man is an everlack, an infinite withoutness, afloat on an apparently endless ocean of apparently endless indifference to individual things. Obscurely he sees catastrophes happening to other rafts, rafts that are too distant for him to determine whether they have other humans aboard, but too numerous and too identical for him to presume that they have not.

They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough—two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth.

He had blown the trumpet for so long that no one heard it anymore.

Just when you begin thinking of yourself as memorable, you run into someone who can't even remember having met you

Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done.

Until this moment I had been a prince, expected and announced. Now I was negligible.

You know what, Joshy? All the small things in life . . . They're not so small after all.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the common bacillus.

The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare.

Odat? cu nenorocirea, vine È™i o uÈ™urare, o înseninare: porÈ›iuni vaste ale vieÈ›ii tale sunt date la o parte, devin dintr-odat? neînsemnate.

Much that for us is fraught with with happiness or misery, remains almost unnoticed by the rest of the world.