Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett,
There are two kinds of men, and only two:
There's the one staying put in his proper place,
And the one with his foot in the other one's face!
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett — look at you!
We all deserve to die!
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I!
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief!
For the rest of us death will be a relief!
We all deserve to die!
"Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?"
—Davy Jones, Pirates of the Caribbean
Nothing can take the horror from me
Your sick world the loss of all morality
My hate has grown as strong as my confusion
My only hope, my only solution
Is a violent revolution
— Kreator, "Violent Revolution"
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
— Macbeth, Act 5, Scene V
"You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound."
"It's all a joke! Everything everybody ever valued or struggled for... it's all a monstrous, demented gag!"
(to the ceiling) "Every time I’ve spoken to you, you’ve never spoken back. Although, given our mutual disdain, I can’t blame you for the silent treatment. Perhaps I’m speaking to the wrong audience. (to the floor) Can you hear me? Are you even capable of language, or do you only understand depravity? (to himself) There is no solace above or below. Only us, small, solitary, striving, battling one another. I pray to myself, for myself."
—Francis J. Underwood, House of Cards
"I suppose he had some private sort of greatness, but he kept it to himself. He never gave himself away. He never gave anything away, he just left you a tip, hmm? Ha. He had a generous mind. I don't suppose anybody ever had so many opinions. But he never believed in anything except Charlie Kane. He never had a conviction except Charlie Kane in his life. I suppose he died without one. It must have been pretty unpleasant. Of course, a lot of us check out without having any special convictions about death, but we do know what we believe in, we do believe in something."
— Leland, Citizen Kane
“You make me laugh, with your metaphysical anguish, it's just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself, of lack of order. But everything is disorder, dear boy. Vegetable, mineral and animal, all disorder, and so is the multitude of human races, the life of man, thought, history, wars, inventions, business and the arts, and all theories, passions and systems. Its always been that way. Why are you trying to make something out of it? And what will you make? what are you looking for? There is no Truth. There's only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction, Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust, stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. What can you do about it, my poor friend?”
— Blaise Cendrars, Moravagine
"There was never any meaning. The world is meaningless, humans are born with no purpose, live for no reason, and die for nothing, because this world is pointless, and our lives are aimless."
— Kumagawa, Misogi, Medaka Box'
"Nothing is tragic. Everything is unreal."
— Emile Cioran
"I really should thank you after all. It was, after all, it was your life that taught me the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end."
—- Agent Smith, The Matrix
"Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace. Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself (although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love)."
— Agent Smith, The Matrix Revolutions
"Now all my tales are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large... To achieve the essence of real externality, whether of time or space or dimension, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil, love and hate, and all such local attributes of a negligible and temporary race called mankind, have any existence at all."
"What we can do is limited. For precisely that reason, we need a world that is fitting for us. And we are the only ones who can accomplish that. Dreams, future, possibilities. She was born to put an end to these fleeting illusions. Everything follows the destined flow."
— Wilhelm, Xenosaga
"The preciousness of limited life, the beauty of death. You're intoxicated by that narcissism. It's such an incredibly human choice."
— Wilhelm, Xenosaga
"Life is meaningless! Chaos! The universe has no center! Its creator is a drooling idiot!"
— Carnage, Spider-Man
"There's only one thing that ever changes anything, and that's death. Everything else is just a lie. You can't be saved by a lie... you can't be saved at all."
— Connor, Angel
"There's nothing in this world to believe in."
— Vicious, Cowboy Bebop
"In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon."
— Dr. Manhattan, Watchmen
Haer'Dalis: Ah, great and future plans, but is not tomorrow uncertain? Could not the end of all just as likely occur today as in a millennia?
Edwin: You assume my death to be inevitable, but perhaps I think beyond those terms. Mortality seems escapable by others, so why not me?
Haer'Dalis: Edwin, do you remember the name of the ancient Netheril god of the sea?
Edwin: Eh... no.
Haer'Dalis: Everything ends, Edwin. Everything dies. The dust of a god looks much the same as yours and mine will.
Edwin: For a bard, I bet you're not much fun at parties.
— Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal
Kefka: Why create, when it will only be destroyed? Why cling to life, knowing you have to die? None of it will have meant anything once you do.
Terra: We live to protect the things we hold dear. When you have that, you can find the meaning on your own.
Kefka: Meaning, schmeaning. The whole world's going bye-bye, you included! Life, dreams, hope... Where do they come from, and where do they go? None of that JUNK is enough to fill your hearts! DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION IS WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING! Destroy... destroy... destroy! LET'S DESTROY EVERYTHING!
[Kefka then explodes into sparks of magic, that fade while his sorrowful laugh echoes]
— Dissidia: Final Fantasynote
Owlman: Every decision we make is meaningless because somewhere, on a parallel Earth, we have already made the opposite choice. We're nothing. Less than nothing.
Superwoman: How can you say that? We're rich. We're conquerors.
Owlman: [pointing at alternate Earths] And here we're poor. We're slaves. And here, our parents never met, so we were never born. Here, the world ended in nuclear war. Here, no fish was brave enough to crawl up on land and humans never evolved. And so on, ad infinitum.
"What if I don't want the Pattern to continue? We live the same lives! Over and over and over. We make the same mistakes. Kingdoms do the same stupid things. Rulers fail their people time and time again. Men continue to hurt and hate and die and kill. What if I think it's all meaningless? What if I don't want it to keep turning? We live our lives by the blood of others! And those others become forgotten. What good is it if everything we know will fade? Great deeds or great tragedies, neither means anything! They will become legends, and then those legends will be forgotten, then it will start all over again! What if he is right? What if it's better for this all to end? What if the Light was a lie all along, and this is all just a punishment? We live again and again. Growing feeble, dying, trapped forever. We are to be tortured for all time! NONE OF THIS MATTERS! Why do we have to do this again?"
"It's like we're walking through a maze of sorts. There are always so many paths to choose from. We pick a path, and we follow it. You people walk your path believing that something you desire is waiting for you. I walk it to confirm that there is nothing there."
"In the end, we humans aren't so special. Just the components you need [to] make a common bomb. You, me, we're all hollow. Worthless."
— Zolf J Kimblee, Fullmetal Alchemist.
"The truth is unattainable... It will always be shrouded in fog. Though you reach through the murk and the gloom to grasp something, you have no means to know it is the truth. In which case, why? What sense is there in yearning for truth?"
— Shadow Teddie, Persona 4
"Nothing survives. Not your parents. Not your children. Not. Even. Stars."
— Pinbacker, Sunshine
Galatea: Oh no! Enough!! I'll grudgingly tolerate meaningless talk of 'abstract morality' from my miseducated sibling, but not from you chimps! Even my talk of 'destiny' is an illusion! I know that! For all of life is a meaningless farce, and I will wrest from it all the pleasure and power I can while I live! Molly was born in a freak accident! And I'm a redundant copy of that! My very existence proves the randomness of everything!!
Bob: Wha... how can you say that? I mean, look at you! You're... so smart! And weird! And amazing! How can you say you're not here for a reason? And that reason... can't be to hurt people!... It just can't!
"Dying. Everything dying. The whole of creation was falling apart and I thought there's no point. No point to anything. Not ever."
— Lucy Saxon, Doctor Who
"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?"
— Rorschach, Watchmen
"Faithful… enlightened… ambitious… brethren. In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne that will be made legend. Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the Judgment of Carrion.
It was Khorne’s messenger, who showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic corpse-Emperor.
And what is this path, this meaning, this purpose, to which we gather the skulls of our foes?
It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this UNIVERSE is mindless.
In mere hours, billion will die, innocent, guilty, strong and weak, honest and deceitful, ALL of them!
They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed.
And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty… we, shall at long last, be FREE!
Blood! for the Blood God! Skulls! for the Skull Throne!
Let! the galaxy! BURRRRRN!!!”
— Chapter Master Azariah Kyras, Dawn of War Retribution
Sword and crown are worthless here; I invite everybody to dance
Laborers, lawyers, church and gown, all make their little prance
This life is full of random deaths, and heaps of grief and shame
So few are soothed by “accident,” you want someone to blame
Fire, plague and strange disease,
Drowned, murdered, or -if you please-
A long fall down the basement stairs
None are expected, no-one cares
I often must work very hard, sweat running down my skin
After the dance, I then must rest, and the eating can begin...
Time to eat! Death is the ultimate equalizer! All have the right to be eaten...
— The Walrus, Alice: Madness Returns
"All ends in obliteration—love in hatred, life in death, and light in empty darkness."
Peter Baelish: "Let me tell you what the "Realm" is. It is a fairy tale that we tell each other over and over, until we forget that it's a lie."
Varys: "But what will we have left, once we've abandoned the lie? Chaos. A gaping pit, waiting to swallow us all."
Peter Baelish: "Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse. They cling to the realm, or love, or the gods… illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. But they’ll never know this. Not until it’s too late."
"If we affirm one moment, we thus affirm not only ourselves but all existence. For nothing is self-sufficient, neither in us ourselves nor in things; and if our soul has trembled with happiness and sounded like a harp string just once, all eternity was needed to produce this one event—and in this single moment of affirmation all eternity was called good, redeemed, justified, and affirmed."
— Friedrich Nietzsche, showing that the rest of them fail to understand what he was truly trying to say.note