Quotes About Boredom

My love life isn't that exciting or interesting.

I'm dying of boredom," Howl said pathetically. "Or maybe just dying.

I do a job which I ought to find satisfying, and it leaves me bored and empty. A diet of milk and honey, when you have teeth, he observed.

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Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything.

Exercise is boring. Everything is boring that does not happen in a chair (reading and writing) or in bed.

But fear isn't only a guide to keep us safe; it's also a manipulative emotion that can trick us into living a boring life.

Together, they were like one of those superhero alliances in the comic books, invincible, an unconquerable confederation of boredom and confusion.

short term boredom and long term pain

The days were so much alike I barely noticed the months pass.

Morning: Slept. Afternoon: Slept. Evening: Ate grass. Night: Ate grass. Decided grass is boring. Scratched. Hard to reach the itchy bits. Slept.

She's always getting into trouble because she gets bored really really easily. [...] My mum says it's because Celia has an attention span the size of a sesame seed. Celia's mum says it's because Celia's identity is unfurling itself slowly, like a tulip bud, and it's a breathtakingly beautiful thing to see.

The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.

ceux qui crèvent d'ennui, le dimanche après-midi parce qu'il voient venir le lundi et le mardi, et le mercredi , et le jeudi et le vendredi et le samedi et le dimanche apres midi

Fate does not invite ugly boring people to save the world; and if you do try to save the world (without being beautiful, strong, clever, or wise), you will soon die pointlessly and how much adventure is there in that?

It's the way a man chooses to limit himself that determines his character. A man without habits, consistency, redundancy - and hence boredom - is not human. He's insane.

From children to men we cage ourselves in patterns to avoid facing new problems and possible failure; after a while men become bored because there are no new problems. Such is life under the fear of failure.

It is not what you want to be doing. It is that you are passing the time. You are waiting until it is a certain hour and you are in a certain condition so that you can go to sleep.

Here is a woman I know coming up to me. She is very excited, but she is not an interesting woman. What excites her will not be interesting, it will simply not be interesting.

If they finally move, is it because they are warm enough, or is it that they are stiff, or bored?

Like all bores, he preferred his own thoughts and opinions to the exclusion of others

I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't give what I crave: ecstasy, transcendence, a thrill of mysterious connection. For, more than anything else, readers are thrill-seekers, though I don't read thrillers, not the kind sold under that label, anyway. They don't thrill; only language thrills.

It's not until a person's world blows up in front of his very face that he yearns for the return of that subtle boredom and

for life: a cycle and a circle, all at once. Not much of anything happens in most lives from day to day. And most people take for granted how pleasant that silence and routine can be in the scope of what could happen—as Nelson was about to learn. It's not until a person's world blows up in front of his very face that he yearns for the return of that subtle boredom and monotonous sameness that everyday life offers. As Nelson