Quotes About Restless

I hate resting. I feel restless. My preference is to be working.

I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.

was odd that so much intellectual energy was invested into defining, and contrasting, the two signature groups of the British Invasion when what united them both was a restless experimentalism and a desire to expand outward, from the simple to the complex.

Instead, in the morning, mangled and sleeping the sleep of the sword, they slopped and floated like the ocean's leavings.

By the time I went to Yale, I'd been acting for a long time and I was really tired of it. I was restless - and a little bored - and I was really eager to investigate different parts of myself.

Then she told me all about the bad place, and said I wished I was there. She got mad, then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres, all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular

Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change.

we slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name—for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.

Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.

I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.

whose steps were a restless substitute for flight.

Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him, then wrapped about him, about his mind, sinking into his senses. They were a siren's song- and he knew precisely who was singing. Halting on the graveled drive before the stable arch, he listened to the moody air. It drew him- he could feel the tug as if it was physical. The music spoke- of need, of restless frustration, of underlying rebellion.

Anyway, they have this discussion, and the kid is an idealist in a temporary way. He talks about his restless generation and things like that. And he says something like, This is not a time for heroes because nobody will let that happen. The book takes place in the 1920's, which I thought was great because I supposed the same kind of conversation could happen in the Big Boy. It probably already did with our parents and grandparents. It was probably happening with us right now.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Don't go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.

Clay said, If they have flashlights like us, we can almost assume- We can't assume anything, [Alice] said restlessly, querulously. My father says assume makes an ass out of you and me. Get it, u and- I get it, Clay said.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin, that's all.

He will hear this voice in uneasy dreams for the rest of his life, never quite remembering what he has dreamed, only knowing that the dreams leave him feeling ill somehow—walking restlessly, straightening pictures in loveless rooms, listening to the call to muzzein in alien town squares.

I know the subtlest movements of the city because I no longer sleep.

Insomnia is my greatest inspiration.

Woods are grim places. Farmers shoot squirrels, crows, magpies, and hang them up on trees to warn Mother Nature to get it together or else. Much notice she takes, being in league with God. They're a right pair, more carnage than the rest of us put together.

That's the way it is with most people: Details are an intrusion. Then there's the rest of us, lying in bed at three a.m., scrolling through volumes of mental small print.

No human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not be so" (James 3: 8-10ESV).

Paulson projected a restless energy that took me some time to get used to.