Quotes About Pointless

Hitting his enormous body was useless. I might as well have pounded a huge leather sack filled with wheat. So

There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Revenge. I swear, is there a more pointless, destructive, unsatisfying motive in all the world?

The most heroic deaths of all were the pointless ones,

That got him thinking about his life. It seemed a bitter, pointless sort of a life now.

The man retreated towards the door. And no doubt to a heroic, pointless death at one breach or another. The most heroic deaths of all were the pointless ones, Cosca had always found.

wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and the what-it-meant.

Fear was sometimes useful, but when the thing that you feared was present in everything around you and prevented you from dealing with your situation practically, it became a pointless distraction

I would start once again to have strong recurring thoughts that said: life is pointless; everything you're doing is pointless; this whole thing is a fucking waste of time. It would be a thrum of unending anxiety.

A change of heart or of values without a practice is only another pointless luxury of a passively consumptive way of life.

A small but typical example of how 'philosophy' sends out new shoots is to be found in the case of Georg Cantor, a nineteenth-century German mathematician. His research on the subject of infinity was at first written off by his scientific colleagues as mere 'philosophy' because it seemed so bizarre, abstract and pointless. Now it is taught in schools under the name of set-theory.

He seems to be giving his people a (mostly) gently worded lecture on their lack of willingness to work even when it appears almost pointless to do so. For that reason, the book should have been titled Hillbilly Reprimand, because Vance doesn't want to mourn his hillbilly family. He wants to make them good proletarians like they allegedly were in the twentieth century.

even though I tried to. The trouble is, it's not really a city at all. You have to get in the car to go anywhere but actually there isn't anywhere to go. I mean, it's shops and it's restaurants and it's the beach but somehow it all just feels a bit pointless. It was always too hot, particularly when I was pregnant.

They were such seriously futile people that she found herself wanting to cry out against their ready-made justifications for pointless lives.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

Telling someone something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not be able to understand it. (That so often happens with someone you love.)

American Psycho] is "throughout numbingly boring, and for much of the time deeply and extremely disgusting. Not interesting-disgusting, but disgusting-disgusting: sickening, cheaply sensationalist, pointless except as a way of earning its author some money and notoriety.

It was beautiful to be heartbroken, it was as pleasurable as a thing could be. But pointless.

He didn't understand these people. They rushed about blindly, with never a moment to spare. Their cell phones rang, they had to check their e-mail, they had to network. Ridiculous words Amy had taught him. She said that they were frightened, that if they stopped rushing, they might have to think. And if they had to think, then they might realize how empty and pointless their lives were.

Both agreed that to find any sense in life it was pointless to search in the places where people were instructed to look. Sense was only to be found in secrets.

With mind distracted, never thinking, "Death is coming," To slave away on the pointless business of mundane life, And then to come out empty--it is a tragic error. (116) trans by Robert Thurman

Life, like the boring drunk at the office party, keeps seeking you out, leaning on you, killing you with pointless yarns and laughing bad-breathed in your face at its own unfunny jokes.

I once believed in causes, too. Had my pointless point of view. Life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

So much of the day was pointless repetitions, stacking things up and then knocking them down so you could pick them up again, driving back and forth over the same roads.