Walker Percy Quotes

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

Everything means nothing to me

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.

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?

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

An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.

We live in a vacuous world, yet we do so with a feeling of urgency.

When people conclude that all is futile, then the absurd becomes the norm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Life is an empty dream.

Meaninglessness takes hold because meaninglessness is addictive.

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

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

How can I fail when I have no purpose?

"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."

I hope we're not just human garbage drifting toward a big sewer. But I think so.

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

The point is there ain't no point.