Suad Amiry Quotes

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

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.

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

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

"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."

Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

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.

Maybe the universe will get tired of me.

I've stopped many things such as healthy eating. What's the point? In this post-truth era, I feel increasingly powerless.

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.

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 was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

Why should anything happen when everything has happened?

But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend

Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

The point is there ain't no point.