Quotes About Unoccupied

The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters; but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.

The hotel gave him a twin-bedded room, which seemed worse, the unoccupied bed like a reproach somehow.

By all appearances the cabin was unoccupied, but the car tracks in the mud indicated this place was frequented often;

passing the time without any labor of intelligence

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.

Rahel drifted into marriage like a passenger drifts towards an unoccupied chair in an airport lounge.

You're not bothering me. I'm not doing anything." Well, I was breathing, and my heart was beating. But the rest of me wasn't busy.

vacant-brained

Leisure: A fancy word for people who don't want to admit they're bored.

In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.

Our capacity of appreciating the beauties of the earth we live on is, in truth, one of the civilised accomplishments which we all learn as an Art; and, more, that very capacity is rarely practised by any of us except when our minds are most indolent and most unoccupied.

The coast was clear.

The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.

This will sound strange, and yet I'm sure it was the point: it was a bit like being high. That, for me, anyway, had always been the attraction of drugs, to stop the brutal round of hypercritical thinking, to escape the ravages of an unoccupied mind cannibalizing itself.

And like unoccupied heart's home, You'll fill the fragile shell, With wind, with whispers of the foam, And fog, and rain as well…