Andy Warhol Quotes

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

There's nothing at the center of what we do...No center. It doesn't exist. All of us-look at our lives: We have an acceptable level of affluence. We have entertainment. We have a relative freedom from fear. But there's nothing else.

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

Everything depends on this: a fathomless sinking into a fathomless nothingness.

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

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

Everything means nothing that is the only truth.

Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.

Meaninglessness takes hold because meaninglessness is addictive.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

Meaning is man-created. And because you constantly look for meaning, you start to feel meaninglessness.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

There comes a time when the blankness of the future is just so extreme, it's like such a black wall of nothingness. Not of bad things like a cave full of monsters and so, you're afraid of entering it. It's just nothingness, the void, emptiness and it is just horrible. It's like contemplating a future-less future and so you just want to step out of it. The monstrosity of being alive overwhelms you.

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

When you come to think about it, nothing has any meaning, for when there was nobody to think, there was nobody to interpret what happened.

Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!

I am nothing, and not even that.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

Nothingness haunts Being.

The point is there ain't no point.