Quotes About Tedium

The only horrible thing in the world is ennui

Él nunca se lo perdonó. Es una costumbre que tienen los aburridos

The generation into which I was born was tedious.

Vladimir specialized in grey studies of hopeless misery, where nothing happened till page 380, when the muzhik decided to commit suicide.

From the age of 17 I was a pin-up girl. I did it for 30 years and, quite frankly, it gets a bit boring.

One after another, they were examined. One after another, they proved to have nothing to say--and said it (so far as the women were concerned) at great length...

How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.

I have a fear of being boring.

Wie man weiß, gibt es ja nichts auf der ganzen Welt, das langweiliger ist, als Sport zu machen, und wenn etwas noch langweiliger ist, dann natürlich Sportlern bei der Ausübung ihrer langweiligen Sportarten zuzusehen.

and generally acquainted yourself with how tedious normal life is...

I fell asleep reading a dull book, and I dreamed that I was reading on, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old.

It was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them.

or maybe Eliot had decided that the tedium of solitude was ever so slightly greater than the tedium of Quentin's company.

They spent the rest of that afternoon together. Maybe he felt guilty for giving Quentin the cigarette, or maybe Eliot had decided that the tedium of solitude was ever so slightly greater than the tedium of Quentin's company. Maybe he just needed a straight man. He

I had the most boring office job in the world...I used to clean the windows on envelopes.

He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.

defensiveness bores me, because it all sounds the same.

Too often we're the bland leading the bland.

Whose fine idea had it been, on the Olympian heights or deep in the bowel-dark underworld, to condemn us to the messy, intractable burden of bodies, the sheer tedium of our confinement in the flesh?

I wanted to...feel hatred and love, despair and tedium-- all those simple, yet foolish things that make up everyday life but that give pleasure to your existence. If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy, Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don't know they are crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.

I am tired of days that are all the same.

Similes prove nothing, but yet greatly lighten and relieve the tedium of argument.

Can we move this conversation along, old chap? I'm getting frightfully tired of