Leo Tolstoy Quotes

Although it is a gloomy view to suppose that life will die out, sometimes when I contemplate the things that people do with their lives I think it is almost a consolation

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!

I think life's an irrational obsession.

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?

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

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

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.

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

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

I just tell you and though I dont sound like it I've got plenty of sense, there aint any answer, there aint going to be any answer, there never has been any answer, that's the answer.

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

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life

Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.

Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?" "I don't know." "I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning.

Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.

Like many people, I have no religion, and I am just sitting in a small boat drifting with the tide. I live in the doubts of my duty.... I think there is dignity in this, just to go on working.... Today we stand naked, defenseless, and more alone than at any time in history. We are waiting for something, perhaps another miracle, perhaps the Martians. Who knows?

If sub specie aeternitatis [from eternity's point of view] there is no reason to believe that anything matters, then that does not matter either, and we can approach our absurd lives with irony instead of heroism or despair.

The point is there ain't no point.

The only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.