Quotes About Tedium

Well, it's 15 years since Sex, Lies And Videotape, and if you hang around long enough you're having the same arguments with just a new set of people every few years and it gets boring.

Sometimes fear and dread are superior to tedium.

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

There was too much of a sameness about the evening's delights. He had been the same route too many times. He'd been there before, so double-damned often, and however you traveled—backward, forward, or walking on your hands—you always got to the same place. You got nowhere, in other words, and each trip took a little more out of you.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

This isn't an office-It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

I'm bored of being bored because being bored is so boring.

The secret of being boring is to say everything.

The way to become boring is to say everything.

Nocturne Where are you now, my poems, my sleepwalkers? No mumbles tonight? Where are you, thirst, fever, humming tedium? The sodium streetlights burr outside my window, steadfast, unreachable, little astonishments lighting the way uphill. Where are you now, when I need you most? It's late. I'm old. Come soon, you feral cats among the dahlias.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

[On a dull party:] It was a fête worse than death.

Repetition is the death of magic.

I was becoming slightly bored

Dullness is the enemy.

He should have been nothing but exhilarated. Somehow, he merely felt tired. Bone weary with the routine of his life, the predictability of it.

The tedium is the cornerstone of the stability of their relationship, and the fact that they have nothing to say to each other means that they feel no uneasiness about each other.

Wojna to troch? rze?nia, a troch? rutyna i nie ma co czepia? si? zanadto szczegó?ów.

my stints of employment had been eaten away by the acid of boredom, the drip-by-drip sameness of a job causing my mind to yawn and sneak off elsewhere.

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature,

The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.

There was nothing even faintly exciting about this work; it was pure tedium, and pure boredom. And yet every step involved contact with something that could kill, and every step involved passion.

I detest so much ... those persons, who insist upon telling you everything - who labor every point, as the lawyers say, as if they thought all excellence consisted in length.