George Santayana Quotes

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

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

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

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

Well, life is dark, isn't it? Mostly, it's dreadful. At the same time, death is funny too. I mean, look at the fuss we make of it.

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Life is wasted on the living.

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

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?

Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma? Lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. Not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. We are dying men, Ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!

A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.

L'absurde est la notion essentielle et la premie' re ve? rite? . The absurd is the fundamental idea and the first truth.

Everything is absurd.

I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?