Quotes About Restless

Magnus had always had a wanderer's heart. Over the centuries, he had adventured in so many different places, always looking for something that would fulfill his restless hunger. He never realized how all the pieces could fall together, how home could be somewhere and someone. He belonged with Alec. His wandering heart could rest.

I've been wandering around all night—I couldn't sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

When little ones say they want to go home, they almost never mean it. They mean they are tired of this particular game and would like to start another.

It is not the sea that calls us back. What calls us is stronger and more inexorable than any current. I long for the sea, yes… but more, I long for the leaving. I am restless, I am ready, and the leaving whispers to me at night. It says that I will breathe easier when the air is full of fog and seagulls, that I will breathe easier when I am at the start of a story, rather than at the end.

It's the Sea of Restlessness," he said. "Fills you up with go go go, like you're a bowl full of reaching and wanting but you don't know what you're reaching and wanting for.

it is clear that the early settlers in space will be exciting people: restless, inquiring, independent; quite possibly more hard-driving and possessed by more "creative discontent" than their kin in the Old World.

Lovers who are free to go when they are restless always come back; lovers who are free to change remain interesting. The bitter animosity and obscenity of divorce is unknown where individuals have not become Siamese twins.

So the most restless wanderer longs in the end for his homeland again and finds in his cottage, in the arms of his wife, in the midst of his children, in the work of looking after them, the joy he had sought in vain in the wide world.

So the restless traveler long at last for his native soil, finds his cottage in the arms of his wife, in the affection of his children, labor necessary for their support, all the happiness which he sought in vain the wild world

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...

The baby was restless, and I was scared. It was almost time. I was so tired, I almost wanted to die. For a long time, because he was in solitary, I had not been able to see Fonny. I had seen him on this day. He was so skinny; he was so bruised: I almost cried out. To whom, where? I saw this question in Fonny's enormous, slanted black eyes–– eyes that burned, now, like the eyes of a prophet. Yet, when he grinned, I saw, all over again, my lover, as though for the first time.

I can scarcely stand to have a manicure. I have to have them because you don't want to look like a disgusting human being - it's self-care and it has to happen, but I get very restless.

Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, Before whose feet the worlds divide?

The discontented man finds no easy chair.

All things look good from far away and it is man's eternally persistent childlike faith in the reality of that illusion that has made him the triumphant restless being he is.

A man's body may grow old, but inside his spirit can still be as young and as restless as ever.

Human personality is created with the restless yearning for communion with the unseen but present personal God (Augustine, Conf. 1.1).

As a kid, I was hyperactive and the naughty one in school. I wouldn't listen to anyone and thought I knew best. At home, I was always breaking things and annoying everyone.

When people are nervous, some people move around. Some people scratch their leg.

There is a restless identity in the New World. The New World needs an identity without guilt or blame.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake.

When, finally, she did sleep, it was the slumber of a watcher and waiter. Light, and full of sighs.

You've lost track of the man inside in your restless need to create things, to amass stuff, to have power. It is the disease of desire, my friend. And it has rotted your soul to the very core