"meaninglessness"タグの名言

There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness–like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake–he could no longer get at.
タグ: void, meaninglessness, loneliness, inspirational-quotes
Many things that don't really mean so much of anything, are wonderful.
タグ: wonderment, meaninglessness, inspirational-quotes, inspirational
I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…. I am lost…. And nothing means anything anymore.
タグ: without-you, unrequited-love, unrequited, the-past, the-only-one, the-one-that-got-away, secret-love, sadness, sad-quotes, sad-quote, sad, reminiscing, reminiscence, reminisce, reminders, ranata-suzuki-quote, ranata-suzuki, quotes, quote, missing-you-quotes, missing-someone, memory-quote, memory, memories-quotes, memories, meaninglessness-of-life, meaninglessness, meaningless, love-quotes-and-sayings, love-quotes, love-quote, love-quotations, love, lost-love-quotes, lost-love, lost, loss-quotes, loss-quote, loss-of-love, loss, i-miss-you, heartbroken-quotes, heartbroken, heartbreak-quotes, heartbreak, grieving, grief-quotes, grief-and-loss, grief, feelings-of-love, feelings-and-emotions, feelings, deep-thoughts, deep-love-quotes, deep-love, broken-heart, breakup-quotes, breakup-quote, breakup, break-ups, break-up-quote, beautiful-quote, beautiful, always-yours
i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.
タグ: sex, relationships, meaninglessness, love, fatal-attraction, dating, attraction
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?
タグ: time, meaninglessness, life, despair, activity
I counted the seconds passing. Time could go on forever like this, I thought again. Time would. Infinity loomed consistently and all at once, forever, with or without me. Amen.
タグ: time, ottessa-moshfegh, my-year-of-rest-and-relaxation, meaninglessness, insignificance, infinity