Oswald Spengler Quotes

Change is almost always negative. Things degenerate.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

I got nothing. Even the spies I'm spying on who are spying on other spies got nothing.

We all watched Al open the door. Turning, he waved to us, then passed the threshold. The door shut behind him. I waited for something to happen. Nothing did. “This isn’t good,” Quen said. I choked back my burst of laughter, knowing it would come out sounding hysterical.

I believe it safe to say that all progress must lead, not to further progress, but finally to the negation of progress, a return to the point of departure.

Information...exhausts itself in the staging of meaning...[and leads] not at all to a surfeit of innovation but to the very contrary, to total entropy

First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.

Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces

Every something is an echo of nothing

Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

Whenever my life came to a halt, the questions would arise: Why? And what next?

There is no revenge like oblivion, for it is the entombment of the unworthy in the dust of their own nothingness.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

As a sunbeam perishes when cut off from the sun, so man apart from God would pass back into the void of nothingness from which he first leaped at the creative call.

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same