Quotes About Mundane

That's one of the many things I hate about life, that it's a hideously cliched business.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

The real troubles with living is that living is so banal.

When you flip hamburgers, sit at a computer all day, unpack and shelve merchandise from China year after year, you manage the tedium better if you have a shallow inner life, one you can escape through booze, drugs, sex, media, or other low level addictive behaviors. Easier to keep sane if your inner life is shallow. School, thought Harris the great American schoolman, should prepare ordinary men and women for lifetimes of alienation. Can you say he wasn't fully rational?

busying herself with inconsequential tasks.

were almost commonplace.

Meninas bonitas em contos de fadas são tão banais como seixos na praia.

It may well be that if mankind could draw up a hedonistic balance-sheet, the pleasures of mundane existence would turn out to be greater than its sufferings.

How brutal life was! How fleshly, and mundane. I was reeling, from having understood it for the first time. What was lost would never return. In its place, I now knew the smell of Chazawa-Dori in the rain.

That's one of the many things I hate about life, that it's a hideously clichéd business.

This conversation was remarkable only in its unremarkableness.

Nice is the white bread of the English language adjective breadbox. It's tasteless, bland, and forgettable.

My first job was at the BBC but was really dull. I was working in the BBC's reference department, where I did a lot of filing. I had always been interested in films and theatre, so I thought that getting a job at the BBC would be a good idea, but the job was really mundane.

Really he was not an interesting man: short, broad, stout, red-faced, with an immense amount of mental inertia, discharging itself in constant lingual activity about little nothings.

They were born, they grew up in the gutters, they went to work at twelve, they passed through a brief blossoming period of beauty and sexual desire, they married at twenty, they were middle-aged at thirty, they died, for the most part, at sixty. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult.

Sophy, strongly practical, could not feel that Mr. Fawnhope would make a satisfactory husband, for he lacked visible means of support, and was apt, when under the influence of his Muse, to forget such mundane considerations as dinner-engagements, or the delivery of important messages.

There is nothing special about Tim Scott.

I'm getting tired of answering the same questions every day.

Everybody in my world knew that regular work was only another name for being robbed and dying of boredom.

Like something out of a boring old novel.

Philosophy should address every aspect of our lives — the sacred, the profane, and even the mundane.

It had been a humdrum couple of days, reaffirming his belief in reincarnation: everything was so boring that this could not be the first time he'd experienced it.

I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness.

I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.