Gertrude Stein Quotes

There are no explanations, there are no answers.

I haven't shaken my fists at the moon.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.

But a lot of shows, they pose questions and they give you a puzzle where there's no solution.

Politics has always been ugly to me, and yet I accept that as a fact of life.

No one will ever know the complete truth.

Hope is a tease designed to prevent us from accepting reality.

It makes you not believe in anything, when you do every single thing you can do right, and then there's still some way to mess it up.

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.

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.

That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.

Some questions cannot be answered. They become familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

Some people are beyond help, just accept that.

What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?

Aren't all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won't accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

Fight if you wish. Deny what is before you if it comforts you. But nothing you do can change your fate.

You can think of my films as cautionary tales, but you might even think of them as despairing tales, because at least in a cautionary tale, you have this idea that by listening to the story you can assure a better outcome. Whereas I'm not at all convinced that's the case. In fact, if anything, I'm convinced that it's the opposite.

Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

I'd love to tell you that something is going to change tomorrow. But the reality is that it won't.