Sean Penn Quotes

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

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.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

The meaning of life is life.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

To watch King Lear is to approach the recognition that there is indeed no meaning in life, and that there are limits to human understanding.

Life is wasted on the living.

When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.

Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

I cannot help but think a curious event is this life of mine.

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may be.

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

I believe that we are all, openly or secretly, struggling against one or another kind of nihilism.

At the heart of life lies a mystery that everybody has to wrestle with. What the heck are we doing here? How does this world work, and how do I fit?

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.

it seems a silly kind o' business to bring us into the world at all for no special reason 'cept to take us out of it again just as folks 'ave learned to know us a bit and find us useful.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis