Quotes About Stagnation

What have we achieved since the end of the Second World War? We have allowed petty, bourgeois regimes in which everything is average, mediocre.

The "feminine" woman is forever static and childlike. She is like the ballerina in an old-fashioned music box, her unchanging features tiny and girlish, her voice tinkly, her body stuck on a pin, rotating in a spiral that will never grow.

It had been years since anybody had wanted to listen again. The world had moved on. They had not.

As lágrimas que não saem depositam-se no coração, com o passar do tempo vão formando uma crosta e paralizam-no, como o calcário se encrosta e paraliza as engrenagens da máquina de lavar.

Swami Chinmayananda

America is a nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but it can think of nothing to do once it gets there.

We're playing the same songs, the same way, that we have for years.

One of my biggest sources of angst is having people so comfortable with a formula that works that they are not challenging themselves or their ideas.

Where do we go from here?"-Kiera"We go nowhere."-Denny

For every ten men who are physically lazy there are ten thousand with stagnant minds. And stagnant minds are the breeding places of fear.

We call it "getting into a rut," which means that we accept our fate because we form the habit of daily routine, a habit that finally becomes so strong we cease to try to throw it off.

Nothing is more tragic–or more common –than mental inertia.

you need to make more and more to stay in the same place.

Change for the sake of change, as we see in architecture, food, and lifestyle, is frequently the opposite of progress.

People who are trapped in their jobs

That's what us Tucks are, Winnie. Stuck so's we can't move on. We ain't part of the wheel no more. Dropped off, Winnie. Left behind. And everywhere around us, things is moving and growing and changing.

Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.

Human nature will not nourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

We weren't going anywhere, Nick said with a smile. He was trying to sound charming, but instead wound up sounding heavily sedated.

Each day the sea is exactly the same. We seem no closer, and no farther from anything.

The building was no warmer than the street outside, and it smelled like something died in there from smelling something else that died in there.

With nothing to really aspire to, life had become about maintenance. Eternal maintenance.

I was feeling unfulfilled and, frankly, rather crappy about everything. I wasn't going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of us weren't even doing little things.