Quotes About Dull

Persons without minds are like weeds that delight in good earth; they want to be amused by others, all the more because they are dull within.

No, I'm not,' I said ungraciously, for nobody really likes to be called a dear. There is something so very faint and dull about it.

I am often merry at the jests of the constellations. Did you fancy that the stars were always serious? Only the dull never laugh, and the stars are very bright.

As for a cigar after dinner, it only makes you dull and sleepy and disinclined for ladies' society.

A neurotic can perfectly well be a literary genius, but his greatest danger is always that he will not recognize when he is dull.

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.

There are no actions involved in 'beautiful.' It's such an inactive thing, and it's so subject to each individual's taste and appreciation. It's a lovely word, but I feel like it's been hijacked by really boring, dull people who don't understand how to use words.

A dull, decent people, cherishing and fortifying their dullness behind a quarter of a million bayonets.

If one faces facts one must admit that nearly everything describable as Socialist literature is dull, tasteless, and bad

A few whiskies in dull bars, a visit or tow to the Empire promenade, a little whoring on the Q.T.; the sort of dingy, drabby fornications that you can imagine happening between Egyptian mummies after the museum is closed for the night.

The dull rhythmic tramp of the soldiers' boots formed the background to Goldstein's bleating voice.

The dull externals of the screenwriter's working life are well known: We are the people taking up too much table space at cafes.

Her life seems to be nothing but routine, no adventure.

Oh, Frances, for somebody so clever you can be awfully dull sometimes. Don't you know the sort of mistake I mean? I was going to have a

Like something out of a boring old novel.

How very comforting. If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing

Fifteen years was a long time to be stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mind-boggingly dull as Earth.

But I found out then, and never have forgotten since, that we never read the dull explanatory surroundings of marvelously exciting things when we have no occasion to suppose that some irresponsible scribbler is trying to defraud us; we skip all that, and hasten to revel in the blood-curdling particulars and be happy.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

at the wide wooden table, sharpening my knives.  A cook's knives are her greatest asset, and if they go dull, they are no use at all and should be replaced. As decent knives are hideously expensive, I kept mine in good repair. I did not trust anyone with

I found it all about as arousing as a Tupperware party.

So for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door, first amazed, then ironically amused. Here he was in a world which struck him dumb with fresh wonders seemingly at every step, a world where carriages flew trough the air and paper seemed as cheap as sand. And the newest wonder was simply that for these people, wonder had run out: here, in a place of miracles, he saw only dull faces and plodding bodies.

We journalists love writing about eccentrics. We hate writing about impenetrable, boring people. It makes us look bad: the duller the interviewee, the duller the prose. If you want to get away with wielding true, malevolent power, be boring.

I think people are quite refreshed with politicians who aren't concerned with what Arctic Monkeys track they like, but with the day-to-day, dull business of politics.