Quotes About Mundane

I lead an introverted and boring life here in California.

When I think of normality I think of mediocrity

It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.

Oh, how daily life is.

I also find doing the mundane, everyday things in life has a calming, creative influence on me. Some of my best ideas come when I'm vacuuming or waiting in lines.

What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

Everything seems just alike in these days.

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.

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

Gray suit, gray face, gray life . . . Alan Blunt seemed to belong to an entirely colorless world.

I'm incredibly boring and logical, so if I have a problem I will try and fix that problem.

I've always felt if you followed a real private detective around, it would be boring.

The people who demand that the oracle predict for them really want to know next year's price on whalefur or something equally mundane. None of them wants an instant-by-instant prediction of his personal life.

the blend of absurd, surreal and mundane which gave rise to the adjective kafkaesque

Economics is a strange science. Our subject deals with some of the most important as well as mundane issues that impinge on the human condition.

next, showed up for work in the morning, washed the dishes, fed the dog, settled down in front of the TV to gaze at the lives of others, imaginary and real, as we plodded along toward old age. On

At ninety-eight point six everything is boring. Yet

Seus tesouros estavam todos guardados na Terra, pois vivera apena para os pequenos prazeres mundanos, as coisas efêmeras, e esqueceu-se das grandes coisas que seguem junto da alma até a eternidade e que constroem uma ponte sobre o hiato que há entre as duas vidas, fazendo da morte uma mera passagem entre tempos e lugares, como do anoitecer ao dia pleno

There are proponents of New Year's Eve, and there are proponents of regular Tuesday nights. I am one of the latter, much happier residing in the wake of the mundane.

There are no miracles on Mondays.

I have a sense of my life as a percentage of what has been used and what is likely left. And I get impatient now when I waste time trying to find lost things or doing mundane chores, when I dwell on the unpleasant, when I give my mind to it. So I will kill those moments, banish them, and try to find the moments that can be relived. That's the role of the imagination. It's like reassembling what has happened, yet it's still inaccurate.

He loathes what he has left behind him, and it is natural to guess that, in his first years of priesthood, his religious nature slept; that he became a priest and notary merely that he "might eat a morsel of bread"; and that real "conviction" never was his till his studies of Protestant controversialists, and also of St. Augustine and the Bible, and the teaching of Wishart, raised him from a mundane life. 

THIS is all desperately tedious