Quotes About Ennui

Acontece que eu não estava conduzindo nada, nem a mim mesma. Eu só pulava do meu hotel para o trabalho e para as festas, e das festas para o hotel e então de volta ao trabalho, como um bonde entorpecido. Imagino que eu deveria estar entusiasmada como a maioria das outras garotas, mas eu não conseguia me comover com nada. (Me sentia muito calma e muito vazia, do jeito que o olho de um tornado deve se sentir, movendo-se pacatamente em meio ao turbilhão que o rodeia.)

Nothing. Nothing but a great, amiable boredom.

These girls looked awfully bored to me. I saw them on the sunroof, yawning and painting their nails and trying to keep up their Bermuda tans, and they seemed bored as hell. I talked with one of them, and she was bored with yachts and bored with flying around in airplanes and bored with skiing in Switzerland at Christmas and bored with the men in Brazil.

boredom was as exhausting as backbreaking labor.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Undoubtedly the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam.

Je m'ennuie à mort parfois moi-même. Alors il me paraît normal que je puisse t'ennuyer.

He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.

I instantly regretted it. Cynicism is a decadent pose, a façade of apathetic ennui that's antithetical to the committed idealism of the true internationalist. But when you're a private eye, it sort of gets to be a habit.

The cafes bore me; going downstairs is a nuisance. Painting and sleeping - that's all there is.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

YOU DULL ME!

The chief product of an automated society is a widespread and deepening sense of boredom.

If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other, there will always be slow drift away from the sense of self as part of nature's larger whole. The ultimate consequence of this drift is the fatal ennui that now permeates Western Civilization.

Vivre me causait un ennui du réel.

Growing old is a pathetic thing. it is full of limitations and reduction. It happens to us all, I know; but I think that it might not have to. I think it happens to those of us who request it. And in our current mind-set, our collective ennui, it is what we have chosen to do.

Detachment from the finite self or attachment to the whole of things—we can state the phenomenon either positively or negatively. When it occurs, life is lifted above the possibility of frustration and above ennui—the third threat to joy—as well, for the cosmic drama is too spectacular to permit boredom in the face of such vivid identification.

You see, Suzanne, history lectures bore me, art films bore me, your friends bore me, and, if you want to know the truth, I guess you bore me too.

He had let age take hold of him, as if ennui was an old man's final gift to himself – the blessed embrace of indifference in the guise of wisdom.

Ennui had more distractions far more amusing than the automatons of a watchmaker in Mühlenberg.

She looked about as bored as it was possible to be and not die from it.