Charles M. Schulz Quotes

Life is an empty dream.

We do not pray for immortality, but only not to see our acts and all things stripped suddenly of all their meaning; for then it is the utter emptiness of everything reveals itself.

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

Everything means nothing to me

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?

Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

We live in a vacuous world, yet we do so with a feeling of urgency.

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The reason for the sadness of this modern age and the men who live in it is that it looks for the truth in everything and finds it.

While one might laugh at the meaningless boredom of people a decade or two ago, the emptiness has for many now moved from the state of boredom to a state of futility and despair, which holds promise of dangers.

My search not only failed, but I convinced myself that all those who had searched like myself had failed also, and come like me to the despairing conviction that the only absolute knowledge man can possess is this—that life is without a meaning.

Everything means nothing that is the only truth.

It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.