This collection holds 15 futility of life quotes, drawn from writers, leaders, artists and thinkers across the QuoteForever archive. The most quoted voices here are William Shakespeare, Stephen R. Donaldson and Michel Foucault.

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Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

Married life had taught Toran the futility of arguing with a female in a dark-brown mood.

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

The thought that really crushes us is the thought of the futility of life of which death is the visible manifestation.

Playing the game I have learned the meaning of humility. It has given me an understanding of futility of the human effort.

Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

When I was still a rather precocious young man, I already realized most vividly the futility of the hopes and aspirations that most men pursue throughout their lives.

It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1)

Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I.

I used to tweet, but it's an act of futility. You're not really making any impact, and if you find yourself in a mood when you wanna be a bit controversial and you post something, you suddenly realise, 'Oh my God!' because you've opened yourself up to a bunch of criticism from strangers.

Life, it is true, can be grasped in all its confused futility merely by opening one's eyes and sitting passively, a spectator on the stands of history - but to understand the social processes and conflicts, the interplay between individual and group, even the physicality of human experience, we have need of small-scale models.

This is a man with an old face, always old... There was pathos, in his face, and in his eyes. The early weariness; and sometimes tears in his eyes, Which he let slip unconsciously on his cheek, Or brushed away with an unconcerned hand. There were tears for human suffering, or for a glance Into the vast futility of life, Which he had seen from the first, being old When he was born.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

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