Quotes About Mundane

Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

He embodied what he worshipped, the exquisite in the commonplace…salt for the spirit.

Every fight for survival is really a fight to return to the inconsequential concerns of the mundane.

I think we endure the banal as a way of skirting around the bane.

Siente lo que ya sabemos: lo sobrenatural es natural y lo maravilloso puede provenir del movimiento más mundano, como de un latido o una mirada.

A half roll of Life Savers fused to the pockets, And in yet another, a lone unwrapped mint Had bundled itself in a stole of gray lint.

If nothing else, life in the suburbs promised that you might go from day to day without finding shit in your hair.

Seeing the pros in person was no more interesting than eating an ice-cold hamburger

The people who went on that airplane were unexceptional.

You're so terrestrial

She looked at the faces of the off-shifting workers, gray and featureless as paper handkerchiefs.

About a tiresome colleague]: He could bore for Scotland.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.

El absurdo es que no parezca un absurdo -dijo sibilinamente Oliveira-. El absurdo es que salgas por la mañana a la puerta y encuentres la botella de leche en el umbral y te quedes tan tranquilo porque ayer te pasó lo mismo y mañana te volverá a pasar. Es ese estancamiento, ese así sea, esa sospechosa carencia de excepciones. Yo no sé, che, habría que intentar otro camino.

But his sister, Nannerl, in a short biography in 1800, defended Mozart's memory, saying "It is certainly easy to understand that a great genius, who is preoccupied with the abundance of his own ideas, and who soars from earth to heaven with amazing speed, is extremely reluctant to lower himself to noticing and dealing with mundane affairs.

Perfect she was, but as perfection is Insipid in this naughty world of ours

His voice was like the rest of him - about as exciting as a W-2.

but once you put all the stupid things I do aside, I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.

Now there's a specific banality to rage as a reaction, an unearned sense of cleansing virtue.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

The exceptional happens quietly, inside the mundane.

Living was simple: it was no more than a few habitual actions strung on to a routine.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, And shares our bed and eats at our own table ....

Every mundane detail, quickly forgotten, marks our time on this earth. We're doing nothing. Just living.