Quotes About Ennui

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

When life becomes an extended picnic, with nothing of importance to do, ideas of greatness become an irritant. Such is the nature of the Europe syndrome.

Eventually we all get tired of any and everything!

There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.

Boredom is the deadliest poison.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

God was bored by him.

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.

Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.

Never in the history of boredom has anyone been more bored than I am right now.

We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Hay algo de prohibido en el hastío, algo que hace avergonzarse de hastiarse. Como si no bastara con el sufrimiento está también la vergüenza.

when the day deranges us displacing our ennui angel presented under the vaults gather our grief

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

Life is so interesting that sometimes it can make you bored.

The impatient, feckless reader, posessed of no glimmer of intellectual or historical curiosity, should do an old historian a favor and skip the next few pages, proceeding directly to the Silence itself (Part III). I would assume that, in these horrid modern times, that will include most of you. Of course, those readers least likely to read these footnotes, and thus least likely to appreciate the next few pages, will skip this note and bore themselves upon the ennui of history .

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Kensuke and his wife had, like all bored people, a sense of kindness that was close to disease.

Sometimes, as he listened to the song or hummed it, tears brimmed in his eyes, just as in the lyrics. Strange that a man with no ties should become sentimental about a 'harbour town', but the tears welled directly from a dark, distant, enervated part of himself he had neglected all his life and couldn't command.

I didn't like mundane life.