Quotes About Stagnation

The final result of too much routine is death in life.

Aside from my work, in my everyday private life, I'm not a very adventurous person. I don't look for change.

I need a life. I need a friend. I need a change. But nothing ever changes.

In our particular society, it is the narrowed and narrowing view of life that often wins.

Sometimes people stay in the same cycle their entire life, but you can still mature within it.

Indolence is stagnation; employment is life.

I don't want to play fat cops for the rest of my life.

It's like, no matter what I do, I always feel like I'm five years old, and I end up in the back of my father's car looking out the window, and nothing has changed in 25 years.

Indoors was his place and there he'd moulder, a respectable pillar of society who has never had the chance to misbehave.

Oh, hang it all! what's the good—I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what's going on outside, if it's only nothing particular after all.

History develops, art stands still.

And so with the mouldy artificial fruit, so with the bath water that began to stink, so with the defective rhymes that the poetry machine had taken to emit. All were bitterly complained of at first, and then acquiesced in and forgotten. Things went from bad to worse unchallenged. It was otherwise with the failure of the sleeping apparatus. That was a more serious stoppage.

the much-sought prize of eternal youth Is just arrested growth.

Civilization flows; culture thickens and coagulates, like tired, sick, stifled blood.

Despiertan a la vida todo lo que está anquilosado en el ser humano.

El estancamiento y la falta de perspectivas del arte moderno corresponden al estancamiento y a la falta de perspectivas de la sociedad de la mercancía que ha agotado todos sus recursos.

he moved neither forward nor backward in time, but merely endured variations of the same day over and over. Maybe he was the one trapped underwater, under a Plexiglas floor, while the world moved on, men and women checking in and out of rooms, lugging overstuffed suitcases, the soles of their shoes passing lightly above him.

So it was stale time then, day in, day out

Most of the jars on my spice rack had that sticky, dusty quality that comes from never being opened and you'd have had to root around in the fridge to find a vegetable that wasn't limp, bruised or withered – or all three.

He was like an actor in one of those plays from between the wars where everyone talks for a long time but very little happens.

not that anything very much ever happened.

My 'if it's not broken, don't fix it' type attitude might have held me back and made me complacent.

All the flower children were as alike as a congress of accountants and about as interesting.

In France, history is paralyzing.