Quotes About Mundane

Perhaps that is the truth of madness, when a mind can do nothing but make endless lists of the mundane tasks awaiting it, as proof of its sanity. Mend those nets. Wind those strands. See? I have not lost the meaning of my life.

Is 'tired old cliché' one?

Magic is optimism and hope, isn't it? The desire for more than what is mundane to appear.

Y nosotros aquí, en nuestro mundo, aburridísimo en comparación, pensando que lo sabemos y que lo vemos todo." Robert Crawford

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

A lot of people use social media to share mundane things or for self-glorification. I try to use it to share interesting things with people.

Maybe I should love someone mundane and let them bore me to death.

Joy lurks in every mundane thing, just waiting to be found. Love is impervious to reason. And words are wonderful.

The idea that you might end up in a job that doesn't allow you to be who you are, over the course of a lifetime, is still one of the most chilling nightmares to me. It's a good metaphor for fears I have about losing my soul in some accidental, mundane way. So, to me, these jobs that my characters have are very loaded. They immediately suggest a complex character to me, a woman who is, say, a secretary, but also a vigilante on behalf of her own soul.

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

A middle-aged man, of middling height, middling baldness, and middling middlingness, was sitting at the table.

Lo cotidiano, lo ordinario, lo mundano es lo que mantiene el motor en marcha. Qué extraordinario es lo ordinario en realidad, una herramienta que todos usamos para seguir adelante, una pauta para la cordura.

I'm just a normal lad.

We are not cool at all. We are probably the most lame couple ever.

One actually finds most people uninteresting, I thought, all the time—almost all the people we meet are uninteresting, having nothing to offer us but their collective mediocrity and their collective imbecility, with which they bore us on every occasion, and so naturally we have no time for them.

How's work?" I asked. Mind-numbing. Isort crap, Xerox crap, research crap. Now and then I file crap at the courthouse. Those jaunts through the halls of justice really get the old adrenaline pumping.

supunerea fata de legamantul de a crede numai probabilul, mediocrul, banalul si ceea ce este sarac in semnificatii, de a renunta la tot ce e strain si insemnat si de a reduce la obisnuit tot ce e neobisnuit. Existau doar... orizonturi de o ingustime apasatoare si pustiul nesfarsit al rutinei.

Talk to him about more ordinary things. It'll take a bit of time.' 'There isn't much time left, my dear. And no ordinary things. Only last things.

The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.

I'm drawn to scenes in movies where you just see characters turning off lights in a room or putting the groceries away; it's like, 'I understand that.' We all have to get ready for bed, and we all do it in a different way, and yet it's all strangely familiar and strangely human.

I'm pretty boring, as it turns out.

There's so much rich interaction with drivers that we take for granted. It seems like a mundane thing, but it turns out to be a really big deal.

Nothing here but kitchen things.

Once caught in that Light, once illumined by the Eternal, does a soul will its restoration to embodied selfhood in the artificial multiplicity of samsara? I think not. Yet it re-emerges into that embodied life nonetheless—but with a new perspective: Samsara is now Nirvana. The mundane is now Divine. The mind and intellect are infused with a new awareness: all is bright with Divinity, within and without.