Quotes About Absurdity

Nada, sólo existo.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache

On this Earth that bleeds, all joy is obscene, and all happy men must live alone.

Cuando se hayan acostado juntos, habrá que buscar otra cosa para ocultar el enorme absurdo de la existencia. Con todo ..., ¿es absolutamente necesario engañarse?

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift…that's nausea.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Book collecting is an obsession, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.

Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm is leaning over by the wall. My head is in the gas oven but it will probably be all right, I'm told that green colour wears off. Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never mind. No one will notice how much is missing from the inside, will they?

If there was an elephant in the supermarket, she'd either not see it at all, or call it Mrs Jones and talk about fishcakes.

We did photograph albums, best dresses, favourite novels, and once someone's own novel. It was about a week in a telephone box with a pair of pyjamas called Adolf Hitler. The heroine was a piece of string with a knot in it.

Qué absurdos se vuelven nuestros odios cuando sólo podemos reconocerlos en las circunstancias más obvias.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.

Once they have slept together they will have to find something else to veil the enormous absurdity of their existence.

They are young and well built, they have another thirty years ahead of them. So they don't hurry, they take their time, and they are quite right. Once they have been to bed together, they will have to find something else to conceal the enormous absurdity of their existence.

Man is a useless passion. It is meaningless that we live and it is meaningless that we die.

Anyhow, isn't it better to think we've got here by mistake?

The distance between the being and the conscience is the nothing

Lucien thought with bitter pleasure that his parents found him looking fine. "I don't exist." He closed his eyes and let himself drift: existence is an illusion because I know I don t exist, all I have to do is plug my ears and not think about anything and I'll become nothingness.

man is a useless passion.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I leaned back and closed my eyes. But the images, forewarned, immediately leaped up and filled my closed eyes with existences: existence is a fullness which man can never abandon. Strange

It was true, I had always realized it—I hadn't any "right" to exist at all. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. I could feel nothing to myself but an inconsequential buzzing. I was thinking…that here we are eating and drinking, to preserve our precious existence, and that there's nothing, nothing, absolutely no reason for existing.