#nothing

When I write down my thoughts, they do not escape me. This action makes me remember my strength which I forget at all times. I educate myself proportionately to my captured thought. I aim only to distinguish the contradiction between my mind and nothingness. ↗

— Isidore Ducasse Lautreamont

#aim #between #captured #contradiction #distinguish

Nothing's sacred anymore. Those girls and I got so close. They were painting me naked every day for months. It was kind of like going to a really bizarre sleepover. It's what you guys imagine we do: One naked girl and seven pairs of hands all over her. ↗

— Jennifer Lawrence

#bizarre #close #day #every #every day

Praise is nothing that accumulates. Praise is a sequence, especially if you've toiled for a long time. Praise does not pile up. So in a way, you can't get too much. I don't consider it to be a quantity that you can measure by volume. ↗

— Christoph Waltz

#does #especially #get #i #long

No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#ado #himself #man #much #nothing

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#nothing #world

Nothing I have done professionally will top the feeling I got when singing with John Farnham at the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney. ↗

— Olivia Newton-John

#feeling #games #got #i #john

We wish nothing more, but we will accept nothing less. Masters in our own house we must be, but our house is the whole of Canada. ↗

— Pierre Trudeau

#canada #house #less #masters #more

Nothing can come of nothing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#nothing

I try to go throughout my daily life just as if nothing has changed, but you don't have much anonymity anymore, which feels really good. People come up, and say hi and they enjoy your work. ↗

— Adam Lambert

#anymore #changed #come #daily #daily life

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#future #ghosts #life #manhood #nothingness