Nihilism Quotes Novels & Stories

“Because you’re stupid enough to think this will end well for you.” A sharp thud echoed above which was his boot, probably hitting the ground out of anger. I wanted him angry. People made mistakes when they were angry. “This isn’t about ending well,” Nemir said,“This is about balance.” “Balance?” I scoffed. “You came back from the dead just to talk philosophy that I teach? Too bad I do not have the time to lecture you.” “You took everything from us.” I exhaled slowly. “And you thought burying me would fix that?”

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

“Oh, come on, admit it, it was kind of funny. I got you real good, didn’t I? You should have seen your face when you still thought that the gun was real.” “Well, as you can see, I'm not laughing." "Don't be such a spoilsport. You really think I'd try to kill myself because of a man? Oh, please! No man on earth, not even you, is worthy of causing me to do such a thing." I joke. "This sort of nonsense has to stop. You're always creating one drama or the other, yet you wonder why everyone is dissociating from you.” I don’t reply to this statement. Little does Nathan know that I don’t give a flying fuck if the whole world turns against me, after all, they’re not the ones paying my bills.

I said still wondering about it all. Niklaus nodded thoughtfully, his expression empathetic. "I like that idea," he said. "The notion that life is a series of lessons to be learned and that we keep working through them until we get it right. It's a comforting thought, isn't it? The idea that our loved ones are moving on to the next level, so to speak." He paused, his eyes gazing out at the stars beginning to twinkle above. "I've always believed that there's something more out there, something beyond this life. Maybe it's a different dimension or a different plane of existence. But I like to think that it's something beautiful, something worth striving for." He turned back to me, his voice fi

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

He acted as if I would run away if he were to leave me alone. Life is a useless passion, an exciting journey of a mammal in survival mode. Each day is a miracle, a blessing unexplored and the more you immerse yourself in light, the less you will feel the darkness. There is more to life than nothingness. And cynicism. And nihilism. And selfishness. And glorious isolation. Be selfish with yourself, but live your life through your immortal acts, acts that engrain your legacy onto humanity. Transcend your fears and follow yourself into the void instead of letting yourself get eaten up by entropy and decay. Freedom is being yourself without permission. Be soft and leave a lasting impression on ev

You should have been nominated for Oscars. From now on, I will disappear from your sight, you jerk. Let us see if you will really die. I will kill you with my own hands if you won’t. I wish you will get impotent for doing this to me. Having babies that will eventually grow up like you will not be good for the human race. What was that cliché line again? I always hear it from people nowadays. They are correct. Ignorance is bliss. I think this line was invented by a person who got hurt when he knew something that cannot be knew if you are not smart. I wish I am not smart.

“I’m the vanguard of a new movement. Fuck destiny. ‘I am the master of my fate! I am the captain of my soul!’” “What is she talking about?” I ask Pritchard. The swagger he came out of the bushes with has all but disappeared, replaced by a long-suffering tension. He shakes his head. "I don’t know half the time, man.” Nia rolls her eyes. “It’s from ‘Invictus?’ By William Ernest Henley? Everyone knows that one.” Pritchard looks at me and tilts his head. I shrug. I’ve never heard of him either.

In oblivion, your glory is. “Vox vana, verbum sine pondere, maledictio vestra est nihil. Corruptio in vento perit, vita in aeternum manet. Dii et mortales, omnes vident lumen. Peris in vanitate, et oblivio tua est silentium.” ( Empty voice, word without weight, your curse is nothing. Corruption perishes in the wind, life remains eternal. Gods and mortals, all see the light. You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence.)

I hate being me sometimes. “You always overthink everything. Maybe for once in your life, just stop. Look at this in a more basic way. Who can you not live without? Who do you fantasize about?” Nate leans back against the window and cradles his beer, looking down to the side and the girls for a moment as I stare at him. He watches them intensely and smiles my way when I take too long to respond.