Elliott Smith Quotes

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

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

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

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

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.

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

I like to remind myself that everything is meaningless.

Nothing makes sense, why should I?

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It's all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It'sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurlsstones, echoes of unknown voices - a collectivemishmash of life.

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

In sum, thought and reflection have been rendered thoroughly pointless by the circumstances in which modern men and women live and act.

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

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

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

Famously, there's not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It's not progressing toward anything, it's a statement of outrage, however brilliant.

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.

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.

Nothing matters very much, and very few things matter at all.

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.

I burn with no causes.

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.