Quotes About Absurd

Memory is imagined; it is not real. Don't be ashamed of its need to create; it is the loveliest part of your heart. Myth is the true history. Don't let them tell you that there are no monsters. Don't let them make you feel stupid, just because you are happy to play down in the dark with your flashlight. The mystical world depends on you and your tolerance for the absurd. Be strong, my darling ones, and believe!

Contempt for common evaluations; one should even take care to avoid straying accidentally into the right. Even to be an enemy is too comforting; one must be an alien, a beast. Nothing is more absurd than a philosopher seeking to be liked.

This world is full of the most outrageous nonsense. Sometimes things happen which you would hardly think possible.

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all:

There is something so absurd about time and how it has simultaneously preserved and demolished our faces.

One anecdote should be recorded. I asked Wittgenstein whether, when he wrote the Tractatus, he had ever decided upon anything as an example of a 'simple object'. His reply was that at that time his thought had been that he was a logician; and that it was not his business, as a logician, to try to decide whether this thing or that was a simple thing or a complex thing, that being a purely empirical matter! It was clear that he regarded his former opinion as absurd.

Camus had often told friends that nothing was more scandalous than the death of a child, and nothing more absurd than to die in a car accident.

toda explicación absurda se aproxima a la verdad más que otras, precisamente porque la verdad es absurda y se busca en un espejo de iguales.

Yes," he said sincerely. "Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

The thought of herself as decoration was absurd.

Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Ever.

Halfpenny a head. That's right. Anyone without a head gets in free.

Halfpenny a head. That's right. Anyone without a head gets in free. Thank you, sir.

It then becomes necessary to stop short and make a choice: Either/Or. Either one drifts with their absurd system of ideas, believing that this is the human community. Or one dissents totally from their system of ideas and stands as a lonely human being. (But luckily one notices that the others are in the same crisis and making the same choices.)

You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. For your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time.

I have a very silly sense of humor. I've never laughed harder in my entire life than seeing someone with toilet paper stuck on the bottom of their shoe.

It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.

It was the most ludicrous sound I had ever heard. The strangled gargling sounded like a goat that was having an unpleasant sexual encounter.

Even if it's absurd to think you can change things, it's even more absurd to believe that it is foolish and unimportant to try.

Queuing to pick up their Darwin Award