Quotes About Boredom

Playing a superhero isn't interesting because then you personify perfection, which is boring!

I was working at the NSA. I don't know, I was just bored. I just knew that's not what I was supposed to be doing with my life.

I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.

Like anything else, acting can become boring - a chore, really - if there isn't any challenge. And I like taking challenges. Just when people think they have me figured out, I like to surprise them.

I hate it when, by page 30, I know what the lead's going to do and then what the bad guy's gonna do. Mostly it's just scripts by the numbers where nothing's surprising, nothing's interesting.

Mostly I just kill time, he said, and it dies hard.

I'm killing time and it's dying hard.

Having everythin is boring; I'm convinced of that. Once you have something - knowledge, skills, possessions - or have achieved something - climbing Mount Everest, for example - it becomes banal.

Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.

In order to live free and happily,    you must sacrifice       boredom.                    It is not always an easy                       sacrifice

Sie pflegten mir Angst zu machen, und sie machen mir immer noch Angst, aber jetzt langweilen Sie mich auch noch, und ich habe mich entschlossen, das nicht mehr hinzunehmen

When you allow yourself to be bored, it takes an enormous amount of pressure off you to be performing and doing something every second of every day. Now, when either of my two children says to me, "Daddy, I'm bored," I respond by saying, "Great, be bored for a while. It's good for you." Once I say this, they always give up on the idea of me solving their problem.

There is no greater bore than perfection.

Boredom is just "What's the use?" in disguise. And "What's the use?" is fear, and fear means you are secretly in despair.

Boredom is just "What's the use?" in disguise. And "What's the use?" is fear, and fear means you are secretly in despair. So put your fears on the page. Put anything on the page. Put three pages of it on the page. THE ARTIST DATE The other basic tool of The Artist's Way may strike you as a nontool, a diversion.

I remember laughing with relief that the same old adolescent boredom goes on from generation to generation. ...the words took me back to my own years of stagnancy, and that terrible waiting for life to begin. [p. 68]

Deep within me there is a radical, intimate, bitter and incessant boredom which prevents me from enjoying anything and which smothers my soul. It reappears at any excuse, just as the swollen corpses of drowned dogs pop to the surface despite the stones that have been tied round their necks

At the end of my first year at university, I was at home for three months, visibly and unrepentantly bored. Those of the same age today will find it hard to imagine the laboriousness of communication back then. Most of my friends were far-flung, and—by some unexpressed but clear parental mandate—use of the telephone was discouraged. A letter, and then a letter in reply. It was all slow-paced, and lonely.

I was determined to be polite, unoffendable, persistent, boring, friendly: in other words, to lie.

Boredom is why God invented books.

Long-lasting peace … is unendurable to human beings, and tidal waves of disturbance have to be created in this state of peace … When we look at history, we adore the times of war when dramas happened one after another … which make reading about them great fun. When we get to the periods of peace and prosperity, we are bored … human nature loves sudden swift changes.

Sometimes it was interesting and sometimes it wasn't, but right now he couldn't be bothered to go into it in detail.

Some crave the safety of boredom while others crave the bravery of adventure.

Duke was a burly, barrel-shaped Rottweiler made up of muscle and solid fat and built like a wrestler, a dog that looked like it was permanently on the verge of dying of boredom. He shook his weighty head as if he was being plagued by ear-mites and dislodged a scatter of small romantic words like a broken rope of pearls.