Quotes About Mundane

How mad would it actually be to do an 'Avatar' type animation film, but about something mundane like a Winn-Dixie cashier's day at work? That'd be something else, I think.

'Seconds' is all about spaces, and I guess spaces are kind of like people in that they can be haunting and alluring before we even really get to know them, and after prolonged exposure, they can become mundane or oppressive.

Even though the whole world had slid of its axis. Breakfast was breakfast. How dare it be?

This kind of life is like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.

Maledetti noiosi. Su tutta la Terra. Che diffondono altri maledetti noiosi. Che spettacolo dell'orrore. La Terra ne brulicava.

actually, her life is boring and rather common but most are—mine is too except when lifted by whiskey

God not only moves in mysterious ways, He moves in mundane days.

You don't hear many stories about people who grow up, have normal lives, pay taxes and pay bills, have mortgages and have kids. You hear stories about Billy the Kid for a reason.

Jack missed the normality of merely reading the paper.

He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.

Cuántos días sin importancia! Los días sin importancia [ … ] me pesaban como una cuadrada piedra gris en el cerebro.

My vivid imagination, in conjunction with a Type Triple A, drive-it-to-the-ground personality, means that I conjure up all sorts of dire and dreadful scenarios for any given set of actual facts. The less probable the outcome, the more likely I am to come up with it, and I am fully capable of fancying an array of potential scenarios ranging from the mundane to everything that you find in a Bruce Willis movie.

In the networked world, there are fewer Eleanor Rigbys to sing about, for even the loneliest among us can venture out with relative anonymity and find solace in the comfort of others' lives, particularly if those lives appear equally mundane. By the way, if you don't know who Eleanor Rigby is, you probably were born after 1985 and need to listen to some real music.

The world is eaten up by boredom.... You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands. To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be for ever on the go. And so people are always "on the go."

Well, as I was saying, the world is eaten up by boredom. To perceive this needs a little preliminary thought: you can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands. To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be forever on the go. And so, people are always "on the go.

Question your tea spoons.

Even the ordinary business of cleaning house seemed somehow to have become sacramental.

That which is repeated too often becomes insipid and tedious.

...he had no distinct idea how many little things went to make up the sum of an ordinary person's daily life.

Nece biti manje dosadno ako napisem da je dosadno i velika smisla ne vidim u ovom, ali oko mene je tako pusto i prazno da je nuzno da nacinim bezutjesnu konstataciju, samo konstataciju:da sam bio i zivio i da mi je bilo neizmjerno dosadno.

Ni pisma nema, ni poruke iz daljine. Kao što, nažalost, nema ni?eg lepog ni neobi?nog ni uzbudljivog, nego samo jednoli?an život, bez ?uda i iznena?enja, satkan od prostih i oskudnih doga?aja, neodre?enih i nejasnih, a mu?nih i suvoparnih dužnosti i obaveza.

Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again. Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attic's darkness.

Life. In all it's mundane majesty.

The California tract houses are like the mundane meeting the mystical. Sometimes if you're driving at twilight, and you see those houses, and they're starting to light up, there's something so beautiful, so ethereal about the fact that they're all pretty similar, set against this desert landscape and the light just hitting them a certain way.