Quotes About Stagnation

Inertia is the death of creativity

the perverse senselessness of just remaining, of not going.

And yet this stagnation is a big reason why I am an optimistic skeptic. We know that in so much of what people want to predict—politics, economics, finance, business, technology, daily life—predictability exists, to some degree, in some circumstances. But there is so much else we do not know.

Perhaps it's only the vehicle that won't start, but it feels like it's my life that won't start. Yes, this Yugo with the passenger-side seat metal coming through the torn seat fabric, scratching against the back of my thigh, this Cold War relic that won't respond to Nick's turn of the ignition key is like the fucking metaphor for my sorry-ass life: STALLED.

An object in motion tends to stay in motion, and an object too long at rest tends to have her throat slit.

walking nowhere on a treadmill seemed rather pointless

They'd been here twenty seconds, and already nothing was happening.

It was a long, narrow place, like a train car that wasn't going anywhere.

As they've always been. And they don't change just because you want them to.

Nobody learned nothing. Nobody evolved.

The Dead Sea in the Middle East receives fresh water, but it has no outlet, so it doesn't pass the water out. It receives beautiful water from the rivers, and the water goes dank. I mean, it just goes bad. And that's why it is the Dead Sea. It receives and does not give. In the end generosity is the best way of becoming more, more, and more joyful.

I haven't written anything in four years. I'm sort of dried up.

Dullness is the enemy.

The establishment can't change. It can't give people anything different; it can't make the turn.

I can no longer see a path in any path.

I nervi ubbidiscono all'anima, le braccia all'idea, e dove non vi sono né idee né anima, o intorpidisce il letargo o la vita stultizza.

They never stop, these Stepford wives. They something something all their lives. Work like robots. Yes, that would fit. They work like robots all their lives.

There are people who never experience that, who remain closed until death, from fear of change.

But in vain I set out to visit the city: forced to remain motionless and always the same, in order to be more easily remembered, Zora has languished, disintegrated, disappeared. The earth has forgotten her.

The more time passed, the less happened. The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was.

Quello che vorresti é l'aprirsi d'uno spazio e d'un tempo astratti ed assoluti in cui muoverti seguendo una traiettoria esatta e tesa; ma quando ti sembra di riuscirci t'accorgi d'esser fermo, bloccato, costretto a ripetere tutto da capo.

my stints of employment had been eaten away by the acid of boredom, the drip-by-drip sameness of a job causing my mind to yawn and sneak off elsewhere.

It takes some real hard running to stay in the same place

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.