Insignificance Of Man Quotes

“The stars in their courses fought against her! External opposition one could cut through or get round; but this deep spiritual unease in the loved one’s soul, that — ah! that — one could not reach; and the unreachable could not be pushed away, cut through, or circumvented. She looked up at the stars that fought against her. Did the ancients really believe that, or was it, with them, as with her, just a manner of speaking? Did those bright wheeling jewels on the indigo velvet of all space really concern themselves with little men, the lives and loves of human insects, who, born from an embrace, met and clung and died and became dust? Those candescent worlds, circled by little offsplit planets — were their names taken in vain, or were they really in their motions and their relative positions the writing on the wall for men to read?
No! That was only human self-importance! To his small wheel man bound the Universe. Swing low, sweet chariots! But they didn’t! Man swung with them — in space. . . .
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― John Galsworthy, Flowering Wilderness

“I am as yet
a storm of zero force.
Almost a breath.”
― Dan Pagis, Variable Directions: Selected Poetry

“One senses that it is a region of cosmic antiquity, and that man is no more significant here than any other of the insects that crawl in the dust.”
― Mark Samuels, The Man Who Collected Machen and Other Weird Tales

“L'insignifiance, mon ami, c'est l'essence de l'existence. Elle est avec nous partout et toujours. Elle est présente même là où personne ne veut la voir : dans les horreurs, dans les luttes sanglantes, dans les pires malheurs. Cela exige souvent du courage pour la reconnaître dans des conditions aussi dramatiques et pour l'appeler par son nom. Mais il ne s'agit pas seulement de la reconnaître, il faut l'aimer, l'insignifiance, il faut apprendre à l'aimer.”
― Milan Kundera, The Festival of Insignificance

“He meant the Grand Canyon was only a mood of nature, a bold promise, a beautiful record. He meant that mountains had sifted away in its dust, yet the canyon was young. Man was nothing, so let him be humble. This cataclysm of the earth, this playground of a river was not inscrutable; it was only inevitable—as inevitable as nature herself. Millions of years in the bygone ages it had lain serene under a half moon; it would bask silent under a rayless sun, in the onward edge of time.

It taught simplicity, serenity, peace. The eye that saw only the strife, the war, the decay, the ruin, or only the glory and the tragedy, saw not all the truth. It spoke simply, though its words were grand: "My spirit is the Spirit of Time, of Eternity, of God. Man is little, vain, vaunting. Listen. To-morrow he shall be gone. Peace! Peace!”
― Zane Grey, The Last of the Plainsmen

“Lo dicen como si no fuera ese el destino de casi todos nosotros, como si eso no fuera lo que le espera a todo el mundo desde su nacimiento, pasar por la tierra sin que su presencia la altere lo más mínimo, como si todos fuéramos sólo adornos, figurantes de un drama o figuras de fondo inmóviles hasta la eternidad en una pintura, masa indistinguible y prescindible y superflua, conmutables e invisibles todos, todos nadie.”
― Javier Marías, Berta Isla

“To accept the meaninglessness of existence, is to isolate oneself from the world and the imprisoned, mindless actors within it.
By world, I mean the pseudo-sapien world.
For the modern sapien world is the antithesis of wise, and the quintessence of the absurd.”
― Demi White