Quotes About Absurdity

Aunque me quisiera con toda su alma, sería igualmente un amor de muerta.

Hiçbir ÅŸey deÄŸiÅŸmedi, ama yine de her ÅŸey baÅŸka bir biçimde var olup gidiyor. Anlatam?yorum. Bulant?ya benziyor bu, ama ayn? zamanda onun tam tersi.

Var olmak susamadan içmek gibi bir ÅŸeydir.

What is meant by the term existentialism? Most people who use the word would be rather embarrassed if they had to explain it, since, now that the word is all the rage, even the work of a musician or painter is being called existentialist. A gossip columnist in Clartés signs himself The Existentialist, so that by this time the word has been so stretched and has taken on so broad a meaning, that it no longer means anything at all.

The Myth of Sisyphus, that it was not acceptable for the absurd person to commit suicide, but that to live, and live rebelliously, "with my revolt, my freedom, and my passion," was the best way of both acknowledging and rejecting death.

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

Ben onun gibi umutsuz deÄŸilim, çünkü beklediÄŸim fazla bir ÅŸey yok. Ben daha çok...bana verilmiÅŸ, hem de bir hiç için verilmiÅŸ olan hayat kar??s?nda ÅŸa??rm?? durumday?m.

S pogledom objamem prostor in prevzame me strašen stud. Kaj delam tu? Zakaj sem se spustil v to prerekanje o humanizmu? Zakaj so ti ljudje tu? Zakaj jedo? Res je, ne vedo, da bivajo. Želim si oditi, želim iti nekam, kjer bi bil zares na svojem mestu, kjer bi se lahko nekam uvrstil. Mojega mesta pa ni nikjer; odve? sem

here we are, all of us, eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence, and that there's nothing, nothing, absolutely no reason for existing.

I scraped my heel against this black claw: I wanted to peel off some of the bark. For no reason at all, out of defiance, to make the bare pink appear absurd on the tanned leather: to play with the absurdity of the world. But, when I drew my heel back, I saw that the bark was still black.

But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

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

Le monde est était une comédie sans acteurs.

There are those who will find [Albert Camus] notions about absurdity appealing, and others who will be drawn by the solar side of his work, about Algeria, the heat and so on.

Setting up absurd worlds with rules to violate - it's one of the things I hope to achieve with my work.

When things are difficult, awful, stressful, the thing that always gets you through is a sense of humour. I don't mean - well, maybe I do - laugh at the hangman as he puts the noose around your neck. But an eye, an ear, for the ridiculous, the absurd in life, can get you through a lot.

Comedy is exaggerated realism. It can be stretched to the almost ludicrous, but it must always be believable.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

It seems so absurd to get really mad with a cartoonist over a comic strip. It's sort of like getting in a fight with a circus clown outside your house. It's not going to end well.

I'm not opposed to putting myself in danger for meaningless comedy.

On my income tax 1040 it says 'Check this box if you are blind.' I wanted to put a check mark about three inches away.

The first two sentences are hard to understand, but make some kind of sense. The last sentence is merely rearranged but makes no natural sense at all. (This is all assuming it makes some sort of sense for an old lady to be swallowing cats in the first place, which is patently absurd, but it turns out she swallowed a goat too, not to mention a horse, so we'll let the cat pass without additional comment.)

Rosencrantz: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat? Guildenstern: No, no, no... Death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not-be on a boat. Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats. Guildenstern: No, no, no--what you've been is not on boats.