Quotes About Nihilism

He thinks and speaks with a ruthlessness that makes no attempt to find dialectical excuses for the eternal uncertainty of humankind. Anyone who claims that truth is dependent on usefulness, anyone who openly admits that knowing and believing are essentially the same for limited beings such as humans, is clearly a nihilist in a class of his own.

Creemos que existimos pero no, somos un espejismo de la nada, un sueño de basuco

Îmi place ironia f?r? cinism, luciditatea f?r? nihilism, via?a dulce f?r? culpabilitate, polite?ea f?r? ipocrizie, timiditatea f?r? afectare, generozitatea f?r? poman?, fericirea f?r? plictis, lacrimile f?r? motiv.

Feelings flake off and fall in dust. The senses, vitrified, can no longer experience pleasure; they crack at the least provocation. Each of us, within, was as if devoured by a conflagration, and our hearts were no more than a pinch of ashes. Our souls were laid waste. For a long time now we had believed in nothing, not even in nothingness.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

we find nothing that gives our lives an objective meaning.

... a widespread secularization increasingly descends into a moral, intellectual, and spiritual nihilism that denies not only the One who is the Truth but the very idea of truth itself.

Everything means nothing that is the only truth.

The truth is, every sport has been turned into a huge, nihilistic business.

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.

We would all be better off dead, useless eaters of the lotus that we are.

always courting disaster to experience the biggest high. I'd been living the deranged life. I felt so nihilistic, yet why hadn't I just tuned in and dropped out? Instead, I followed Jim Morrison's credo, the credo of Coleridge and, at one point, Wordsworth, the credo of self-discovery through self-destruction I so willfully subscribed to until this moment:

One of my teachers told me I was a nihilist. He meant it as an insult but I took it as a compliment.

I can connect Nothing with nothing

Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

just a state of nothingness.

Así es que después de abandonar la razón y la lógica, después de experimentar el aburrimiento real y el temor aterrador, develamos el último misterio de los misterios: la nada. Al final, todo es nada y la nada es todo. Con Heidegger, alcanzamos el nihilismo metafísico.

At what point do we admit that the NFL's true economic function is to channel our desire for athletic heroism into an engine of nihilistic greed?

But despair and nihilism had been eating into me for years. The more I saw of the sad and futile dead, hovering at the edge of life like beggars at the door of a fancy restaurant, the grimmer and more hopeless the whole universe looked to me. If there was a God, my reasoning went, he was either a psychopath or a fuck-up-nobody you could respect would ever have created a universe where you got one chance to warm your hands at the fire, and then you spent the rest of eternity out in the cold.

Mas no seu processo contra a Europa, Sartre disse bem o que representavam essas coisas, os valores: os nossos queridos valores perdem as asas; olhando-os de perto, não descobriremos um só que não esteja manchado de sangue; os valores manchados deixam de ser valores; o espírito do processo é a sua redução de tudo à moral; é o nihilismo absoluto perante tudo o que seja trabalho, arte, obra.

He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.

Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing, I tell her.

He wasn't, I realized when I read those scenes concerning Blair and myself, close to any of us-- except of course to Blair, and really not even to her. He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all. But there was no point in being angry with him.

Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is it's only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in.