A THOUSAND MINDLESS QUOTINGS

Okay, so not a thousand, but I'm working on it. Here are some quotations, some I've carried with me most of my life, some I've recently mined from the Internet. So, there may be some inaccuracies. I'll work on that too. They speak to me about the apparent meaninglessness encountered in life, the randomness, the challenges of living and at times the beauty. The words of Diogenes Laërtius should be read as a disclaimer.

One original thought is worth a thousand mindless quotings.

― Diogenes Laërtius

However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

― Stanley Kubrick

Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.

― Albert Camus

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

― Kurt Vonnegut

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

― William Shakespeare

one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.

― Friedrich Nietzsche

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

― Frank Zappa

(or maybe Martin Mull)

nothing really mattress

― anonymous graffiti artist

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words... As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning.

― Alan W. Watts

The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning.

― Stanley Kubrick

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long.

― Alan Moore

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

― Charles M. Schulz (Snoopy)

It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.

― Hiromu Arakawa

...Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

― G.K. Chesterton

I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?

― Frank Zappa

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

― Mae West

When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.

― Umberto Eco

--- or, more likely: ---

For when we cease to worship God, we do not worship nothing, we worship anything.

― G.K. Chesterton

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

― Søren Kierkegaard

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

― E.E. Cummings

Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.

― Thomas Gray

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

― Heraclitus

Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.

Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.

Was Rorschach.

Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?

― Alan Moore

Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.

― John Patrick

There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.

― Edgar Allan Poe

Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident.

― Mark Twain

Beautiful, beautiful, sad.

― Chester Hill