#meaningless

The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless. ↗

— Steven Patrick Morrissey

#belly #essential #famous #fire #meaningless

Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it. ↗

— Ray Kurzweil

#death #gives #importance #lives #meaning

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. ↗

— Morrie Schwartz

#because #busy #chasing #doing #even

Action without a name, a "who" attached to it, is meaningless. ↗

— St. Jerome

#attached #meaningless #name #who #without

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#meaning #meaninglessness #compassion

...nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaningless itself. ↗

— Joan Didion

#meaningless #void #experience

Earth's dispossessed are vulnerable targets for extremists: those who teach that global justice is meaningless; that satisfaction can come only in violence, division, and intellectual isolation. ↗

— Abdallah II

#dispossessed #division #earth #extremists #global

Although we will both die, and life is utterly meaningless, my time is vastly more important than yours. ↗

— Stephen Evans

#both #die #important #life #meaningless

The crucial question one comes back to is the examination; without that experience is meaningless. And I think it's true that society is becoming more and more passive, less and less fired up with enthusiasm, in many spheres. ↗

— Peter Hammill

#becoming #comes #crucial #enthusiasm #examination

The Second Koran tells us that the darkness in ourselves is a sinister thing. It waits until we relax, it waits until we reach the most vulnerable moments, and then it snares us. I want to be dutiful. I want to do what I should. But when I go back to the tube, I think of where I am going; to that small house and my empty room. What will I do tonight? Make more paper flowers, more wreaths? I am sick of them. Sick of the Nekropolis. I can take the tube to my mistress' house, or I can go by the street where Mardin's house is. I'm tired. I'm ready to go to my little room and relax. Oh, Holy One, I dread the empty evening. Maybe I should go by the street just to fill up time. I have all this empty time in front of me. Tonight and tomorrow and the week after and the next month and all down through the years as I never marry and become a dried-up woman. Evenings spent folding paper. Days cleaning someone else's house. Free afternoons spent shopping a bit, stopping in tea shops because my feet hurt. That is what lives are, aren't they? Attempts to fill our time with activity designed to prevent us from realizing that there is no meaning? ↗

— Maureen F. McHugh

#despair #life #meaninglessness #time #design