Joe Meno Quotes

Marriage is the death of hope.

Everything I have done has been wasted. In another 20 years France will be dead.

I don’t know. We’ll all be dead.

Everything ultimately fails, for we die, and that is either the penultimate failure or our most enigmatical achievement.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Life will end in death and unhappiness, but we do it anyway.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.

Cynicism stems from disappointment. Cynical and faithless people were not always like that. They were filled with possibilities and hope as kids. But they tried and perhaps failed.

We have lived long enough to experience the hollowness of earth and the rottenness of all carnal promises.

I think by now I have made it fairly clear that I am not very happy with the word hope. I don't believe in people just hoping.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

We are washed both on coming into the world and on going out of it, and we take no pleasure from the first washing nor any profit from the last.

He that lives upon hope will die fasting.

Their lives have been largely defined by failure and you would think the prospect of marriage, which is supposed to be bountiful and hopeful, it's just really another kind of tangential thing in his life.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

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

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

Antisappointment. Anticipation colliding head-on with the certainty of its own doom.

"Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.

The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.