John Chrysostom Quotes

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.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

What's the bleedin' point?

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

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.

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.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

I searched all areas of knowledge, and not only did I fail to find anything, but I was convinced that all those who had explored as I did had also come up with nothing. Not only had they found nothing, but they had clearly acknowledged the same thing that had brought me to despair: the only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

I wonder if anyone will ever know the emptiness of my life. Personal Diary -- Last entry Oh whats the point?

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."

The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.

My life as a professional musician is a joyless exercise in futility.

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

The thing about my music is, there really is no point.

There is no there there.

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

Bad things are not the worst things that can happen to us. Nothing is the worst thing that can happen to us!