Festival Of Insignificance Quotes

We’ve known for a long time that it was no longer possible to overturn this world, nor reshape it, nor head off its dangerous headlong rush. There’s been only one possible resistance: to not take it seriously.

الكائن الإنساني ليس إلا شعوراً بالوحدة. وحيد يحيط به وحيدون.

People meet in the course of life, they talk together, they discuss, they quarrel, without realizing that they're talking to one another across a distance, each from an observation post standing in a different place in time.

The children laughing without knowing why - isn't that beautiful?

And think about the precise meaning of that term: a Narcissus is not proud. A proud man has disdain for other people, he undervalues them. The Narcissus overvalues them, because in every person's eyes he sees his own image, and wants to embellish it. So he takes nice care of all his mirrors.

Look around you. Of all the people you see, no one is here by his own wish. Of course, what I just said is the most banal truth there is. So banal, and so basic, that we’ve stopped seeing it and hearing it.

التفاهة يا صديقى هى جوهر الوجود.

Of course, uniformity rules everywhere. But in this park it has a wider choice of uniforms. So you can hold on to the illusion of your own individuality.

الحياة هى صراع الجميع ضد الجميع.

انهم مستعدون للذهاب الى اى مكان , لفعل اى شيئ ,فقط ليقتلوا الوقت الذى لا يعرفون ما يفعلون به. لا يعرفون شيئا, لذلك يستسلمون للانقيادز

La insignificancia, amigo mío, es la esencia de la existencia.

هل تسمح لى أن أناديك بالأحمق؟ أجل، لا تغضب، أنت أحمق برأيي. وهل تعرف مصدر حماقتك؟ إنها طيبتك! طيبتك المثيرة للسخرية!

من يعتذر فإنه يعترف بذنبه، وحين تعترف بذنبك، تشجِّع الآخر على الاستمرار في اهانتك وفضحك على الملأ حتى مماتك هذه هي العواقب الوخيمة للأعتذار.. هذا صحيح يجب علي المرء الا يعتذر، ولكني افضل عالماً يعتذر فيه الناس جميعاً، بلا استثناء، بلا داع، وبإفراط من أجل لا شئ..

جميع الأحلام تنتهى يوما...

انظر! نصف هؤلاء الذين تراهم على الأقل قبيحون! أن يكون المرء قبيحًا! هل هذا أيضًا جزء من حقوق الإنسان؟ وهل تعرف أنه يحمل قبحه طيلة حياته؟ دون أية راحة؟ جنسك أيضًا، أنت لم تختره. ولم تختر لون عينيك ولا القرن الذى تحيا فيه. ولا بلدك. ولا أمك. لا أى شئ مهم. الحقوق التى يمكن أن يحصل عليها إنسان لا تتعلق إلا بتفاهات وليس ثمة سبب للصراع حولها أو كتابة إعلانات شهيرة عنها.

حين يحاول رجل لامع إغواء امرأة، يتولد لديها انطباع أنها تدخل في منافسة، وتضطر هي أيضًا للتألق، ولا تمنح نفسها دون مقاومة. بينما التفاهة تحررها، تجردها من حذرها. لا تتطلب أي حضور للنباهة، تجعلها لا مبالية ومن ثم سهلة المنال

We've known for a long time that it was no longer possible to overturn this world, nor reshape it, nor head off its dangerous headlong rush. There's been one possible resistance: to not take it seriously. But I think our jokes have lost their power...All you get out of it is weariness and boredom.

But how to define the eroticism of a man (or an era) that sees female seductive power as centered in the middle of the body, in the navel?

Jedino što nam preostaje pobuna je protiv sudbine koju nismo izabrali.

ليس اكتمال التاريخ الانساني هو ما حلمت به، ولا إلغاء المستقبل، لا، لا، ما تمنيته هو الاختفاء الكلي للبشر مع مستقبلهم وماضيهم، مع بدايتهم ونهايتهم، مع كل فترة وجودهم، مع ذاكرتهم برمَّتها، مع نيرون ونابليون، مع بوذا والمسيح، تمنيتُ الفناء الكلي لشجرة متجذّرة في بطنٍ صغير بلا سرة لأول امرأة حمقاء لم تكن تعرف ما تفعله، وأي أهوال كلفنا جماعها البائس الذي لم يمنحها أية متعة بالتأكيد

الحياة أقوى من الموت، لأن الحياة تتغذى على الموت!

،لن تعرف ذلك ابداً، كل ما تخيلته عني ليس سوي حكايات خرافية لكني احب حكايانك الخرافية حتى عندما صنعت مني قاتلة اغرقت شابا في النهر.. كل شئ يمتعني، استمر يا الان، اروي! تخيل! انا اصغي..

Người ta gặp nhau ngoài đời, trò chuyện, bàn cãi, gây gổ, mà không biết đang nói chuyện với nhau từ xa, từ những trạm quan sát được dựng lên ở những nơi khác nhau trong thời gian

Watching the little feather’s wanderings, Charles felt a stab of anguish: It struck him that the angel he had thought about these past weeks was alerting him that it was already somewhere here, very nearby. Perhaps, frightened, before it was to be flung out of heaven it had let loose from its wind this tiny barely visible feather, like a wisp of its anxiety, like a memory of the happy life it had shared with the stars, like a calling card meant to explain its arrival and declare the approaching end.

وانتبه إلى المعنى الدقيق لهذه الكلمة: النرجسي، ليس المتكبر.. فالمتكبر يحتقر الآخرين، يقلل من قدرهم، أما النرجسي فيُغالي في تقديرهم، لأنه يرى في عيني كل واحد منهم صورته الخاصة ويريد تجميلها، يهتم إذًا بلطف بكل مراياه. وما يهم في نظرك من بينهما هو اللطيف، أما برأيي: فهو النفاج بالطبع.

التفاهة يا صديقي هي جوهر الوجود. إنها معنا على الدوام و في كل مكان. إنها حاضرة حتى في المكان الذي لا يرغب أحد برؤيتها فيه: في الفظائع، في المعارك الدامية، في أسوأ المصائب. و هذا ما يتطلب شجاعة للتعرف عليها في ظروف دراماتيكية للغاية، و لتسميتها باسمها، لكن ليس المقصود التعرف عليها فقط، إنما يجب أن نحبها.

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.

After a moment Charles said: “Time moves on. Because of time, first we’re alive—which is to say: indicted and convicted. Then we die, and for a few more years we live on in the people who knew us, but very soon there’s another change; the dead become the old dead, no one remembers them any longer and they vanish into the void; only a few of them, very, very rare ones, leave their names behind in people’s memories, but, lacking any authentic witness now, any actual recollection, they become marionettes

Certain strange habits: arriving at the hour when other people are taking their leave, keeping in the background when other people are displaying themselves, preserving on all occasions what may be designated as the wall-colored mantle, seeking the solitary walk, preferring the deserted street, avoiding any share in conversation, avoiding crowds and festivals, seeming at one's ease and living poorly, having one's key in one's pocket, and one's candle at the porter's lodge, however rich one may be, entering by the side door, ascending the private staircase,—all these insignificant singularities, fugitive folds on the surface, often proceed from a formidable foundation.

In a remarkable midrash (commentary) on Proverbs, we read the following: “All of the festivals will be abolished in the future [the Messianic Age], but Purim will never be abolished.” The miracle of Purim is very different from the miracles mentioned in the Torah. While the latter were overt miracles, such as the ten plagues in Egypt and the splitting of the Red Sea, the miracle of Purim was covert. No law of nature was violated in the Purim story and the Jews were saved by seemingly normal historical occurrences. Had we lived in those days, we would have noticed nothing unusual. Only retroactively are we astonished that seemingly unrelated and insignificant human acts led to the redemption of the Jews. The discovery that these events concealed a miracle could only be made after the fact. Covert miracles will never cease to exist explains the Torah Temimah. In fact, they take place every day. The midrash on Proverbs is not suggesting that the actual festivals mentioned in the Torah will be nullified in future days. Rather we should read the midrash as follows: Overt miracles, which we celebrate on festivals mentioned in the Torah, no longer occur. But covert miracles such as those celebrated on Purim will never end; they continue to occur every day of the year. Purim, probably rooted in a historical event of many years ago, functions as a constant reminder that the Purim story never ended. We are still living it. The Megillah is open-ended; it was not and will never be completed!

Until the rise of Trumpism, Judaism was easy, not just for me but for millions of American Jews. It was cafeteria-style: observe or don't, join a synagogue or attend the occasional Jewish film festival, read Philip Roth, eat bagels and babka, say 'oy' ironically. You could be Jewish by religion, Jewish by culture, Jewish by birth or identity - take your pick. In October 2013, the Pew Research Center asked the American Jewish community what it meant to be Jewish. The answers said a lot: 73 percent, the largest category, said remembering the Holocaust, followed by another category that was even more nebulous, who said leading a moral or ethical life. Then there were the 56 percent who said that being a Jew meant working for justice and equality, the 49 percent who said it meant being intellectually curious, the 43 percent who said it meant caring about Israel, separated by a statistically insignificant gap from the 42 percent who said it meant having a good sense of humor. Second from the bottom, at 19 percent, was observing Jewish law, followed only by eating traditional Jewish food. Oy.

En rentrant lentement à la maison, Alain observait les jeunes filles qui, toutes, montraient leur nombril dénudé entre le pantalon ceinturé très bas et le tee-shirt coupé très court. Comme si leur pouvoir de séduction ne se concentrait plus dans leurs cuisses, ni dans leurs fesses, ni dans leurs seins, mais dans ce petit trou rond situé au milieu du corps. Je me répète? Je commence ce chapitre par les mêmes mots que j’ai employés au tout début de ce roman? Je le sais. Mais même si j’ai déjà parlé de la passion d’Alain pour l’énigme du nombril, je ne veux pas cacher que cette énigme le préoccupe toujours, comme vous êtes vous aussi préoccupes pendant des mois, sinon des années, par les mêmes problèmes (certainement beaucoup plus nuls que celui qui obsède Alain). En déambulant dans les rues, donc, il pensait souvent au nombril, sans gêne de se répéter, et même avec une étrange obstination; car le nombril réveillait en lui un lointain souvenir: le souvenir de sa dernière rencontre avec sa mère.

Ludzie w życiu się spotykają, gawędzą, dyskutują, spierają nie uświadamiając sobie, że mówią do siebie z daleka, każdy z obserwatorium ustawionym w innym punkcie czasu.

išta nije shvatio i još danas nimalo ne shvaća važnost beznačajnosti. -Da, razumijem. Nepotrebno je biti briljantan. - Više nego nepotrebno. Štetno.

Ništa nije shvatio i još danas nimalo ne shvaća važnost beznačajnosti. -Da, razumijem. Nepotrebno je biti briljantan. - Više nego nepotrebno. Štetno.

Thời gian cứ trôi đi. Nhờ có nó, thoạt tiên ta sống, điều đó có nghĩa là: ta bị kết tội và bị xét xử. Rồi, ta chết đi, và ta còn ở lại vài ba năm với những người từng biết ta, nhưng rồi rất mau diễn ra một thay đổi: những người chết trở thành những người chết đã già, chẳng còn ai nhớ đến họ và họ biến mất trong hư vô; chỉ một số ít, rất rất hiếm, còn để lại tên mình trong các ký ức, nhưng không có những chứng nhân xác thực, không có chút kỷ niệm thực, họ biến thành những con rối...

Sugar, my father has begun confessing to me. At first these weird confessions were small and insignificant, and I chalked them up to the fact that he was feeling his own mortality and therefore taking stock of his life. But more recently his confessions have turned into a crimes and misdemeanors festival that’s not fun for me at all. He’s been telling me about the many women he cheated on my mother with, about how he isn’t 100 percent certain that he hasn’t fathered other children, and tawdry sexual details that spawn visuals I do not want to have. He told me that when my mom got pregnant with me she didn’t want a fifth child so she wanted to abort me, but feared someone might find out so she canceled the appointment, but cut him off sex, which led to his first affair

dreary industry and even with dreary festivity. It was the end of the world, and the worst of it was that it need never end. A convenient compromise had been made between all the multitudinous myths and religions of the Empire; that each group should worship freely and merely live a sort of official flourish of thanks to the tolerant Emperor, by tossing a little incense to him under his official title of Divus. Naturally there was no difficulty about that; or rather it was a long time before the world realised that there ever had been even a trivial difficulty anywhere. The members of some Eastern sect or secret society or other seemed to have made a scene somewhere; nobody could imagine why. The incident occurred once or twice again and began to arouse irritation out of proportion to its insignificance. It was not exactly what these provincials said; though of course it sounded queer enough. They seemed to be saying that God was dead and that they themselves had seen him die. This might be one of the many manias produced by the despair of the age; only they did not seem particularly despairing. They seem quite unnaturally joyful about it, and gave the reason that the death of God had allowed them to eat him and drink his blood. According to other accounts God was not exactly dead after all; there trailed through the bewildered imagination some sort of fantastic procession of the funeral of God, at which the sun turned black, but which ended with the dead omnipotence breaking out of the tomb and rising again like the sun. But it was not the strange story to which anybody paid any particular attention; people in that world had seen queer religions enough to fill a madhouse. It was something in the tone of the madmen and their type of formation. They were a scratch company of barbarians and slaves and poor and unimportant people; but their formation was military; they moved together

أنظر حولك:لا أحد من جميع أولئك الذين تراهم موجود هنا بإرادته. بالتاكيد ما قُلتُه منذ برهة هو الحقيقة الأكثر تفاهة بين جميع الحقائق.إنها في غاية التفاهة والجوهرية إلى حد انهم كفوا عن رؤيتها وسماعها.