Quotes About Meaninglessness

Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents

The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

There was nothing now but this empty treadmill of what Clifford called the integrated life, the long living together of two people, who are in the habit of being in the same house with one another. Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things that make up the grand sum-total of nothingness!

Given Loughner's obsession with meaninglessness and language, maybe Foucault & Derrida deserve some fault here, too.

The infinite zero of a black hole-mass crammed into zero space, curving space infinitely-punches a hole in the smooth rubber sheet. The equations of general relativity cannot deal with the sharpness of zero. In a black hole, space and time are meaningless.

Death, nihilism trap for the absurd present.

Anlams?zl?k habis bir sözcüktür. En uç a??r?l?klara bile hak tan?yan bir serzeniÅŸi adland?r?r. Bu nedenle tehlikeli de bir sözcüktür. Sadece bir eksiklikliÄŸi ima etmez, ayn? zamanda bir k?s?tlamay?, asli bir ÅŸeyin çal?nd???n? düÅŸündürür, ki bu da bir suçlu aramay? tümüyle hakl? k?lar, eÄŸer ortada bir suç varsa tabii.

It's their skins I'm peeling, she said. The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness.

That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.

Ever more patients complain of a feeling of emptiness and meaninglessness, which seems to derive from two facts. Unlike an animal, man is not told by instincts what he must do. And unlike man in former times, he is no longer told by traditions what he should do. Often he does not even know what he basically wishes to do. Instead, he either wishes to do what other people do (conformism), or he does what other people wish him to do (totalitarianism).

The universe is indifferent to our fates. This was the crushing burden that the character took with him as he struggled through the surf toward survival or extinction. The universe just does not give a shit.

Easter tells us of something children can't understand, because it addresses things they don't yet have to know: the weariness of life, the pain, the profound loneliness and hovering fear of meaninglessness.

A man cannot despair if he can imagine a better life, and if he can enact something of its possibility. It is only when I am ensnarled in the meaningless ordeals and the ordeals of meaninglessness, of which our public and political life is now so productive, that I lose the awareness of something better, and feel the despair of having come to the dead end of possibility.

Marvin, her ?ey yolunda m??" Hay?r, hiçbir ?ey yolunda de?il. Bir sonraki güne? sistemine yakla??k 40.850.000.000.000 kilometre uzaktay?z. Samanyolu'nun çap? 100.000 ???k y?l?. Bir ???k yolu 9,46 milyar kilometre. Bu kavranamaz uzakl?klar?n yan?nda, ya?ad???m gezegen tamam?yla bir hiç. Bu durumda nas?l olmal?y?m? Hiçbir ?ekilde iyi olamayaca??m kesin.

She repeated continually, "My God! my God!" But neither "God" nor "my" had any meaning to her.

There is nothing to be said except about the sheer waste and futility of it all. It is the war all over again, when one is rung up to be told that Rupert was dead, or that one's brother was killed, and one knew that it was only to produce the kind of world we are living in now. Horrible.

Today...no performance can be without its control screen video...its goal is to be hooked up to itself...the mirror phase has given way to the video phase. What develops around the video or stereo culture is not a narcissistic imaginary, but an effect of frantic self-referentiality, a short-circuit which immediately hooks up like with like, and, in doing so, emphasizes their surface intensity and deeper meaninglessness.

Each category is generalized to the greatest possible extent, so that it eventually loses all specificity and is reabsorbed by all the other categories. When everything is political, nothing is political anymore, the word itself is meaningless. When everything is sexual, nothing is sexual any more, and sex loses its determinants. When everything is aesthetic, nothing is beautiful or ugly any more, and art itself disappears.

Boredom is out of luck: it is itself being discussed in crashingly boring terms.

Atunci când tr?ieÅŸti, nu se întâmpl? nimic. Decorul se schimb?, oamenii intr? sau ies, asta e totul. Începuturi nu exist? niciodat?. Zilele se adaug? la alte zile f?r? rim? ÅŸi f?r? motiv, e o adiÅ£iune interminabil? ÅŸi monotona. Nici sfârÅŸit nu exist?; nimeni nu p?r?seÅŸte vreodat? o femeie, un prieten, un oraÅŸ dintr-o dat?.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been In the way in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been In the way : I was In the way for eternity.

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.

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

We were a heap of living creatures, irritated, embarrassed at ourselves, we hadn't the slightest reason to be there, none of us, each one, confused, vaguely alarmed, felt in the way in relation to others. In the way: it was the only relationship I could establish between these, tress, these gates, these stones. . . .