Jacques Ellul Quotes

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

I don’t know what it means to live.

His suspicion that he was not going in the right direction tortmented him more and more. At last he had the conviction that he would never go anywhere but in the wrong direction, to the very end of the handful of days that was left to him, unhappy moonstruck pilgrim, whose April was to be cut off short.

For quite some time, I lost my way, not only business-wise but personally.

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray. And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.

So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.

A point in every direction is the same as having no point at all.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.

Today the earth is populated with billions of people desperately hoping to “get somewhere,” but having no idea of where they’re going.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles, they plow up the ground with their noses . . . .

You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? That’s the feeling.

My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.

Insanity - to have to construct a picture of one's life, by making inquiries of others.

Though I leave the house as little as possible, I have the impression that someone is disturbing my papers. More than once I have discovered that some pages were missing from my manuscripts. A few days afterward I would find the pages in their place again. But often I no longer recognize my manuscripts, as if I had forgotten what I had written, or as if overnight I were so changed that no longer recognized myself in the self of yesterday.