Quotes About Restless

a zis ca am niste idei bizare si c-am citit prea mult. inexact. am citit prea putin si am inteles si mai putin. apoi a spus c-am sa ma inapoiez la credinta pentru ca am un spirit nelinistit.(...) i-am spus asta si i-am cerut sase penny. mi-a dat trei.

He was angry with himself for being young and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavour in secret.

Said religion was not a lying-in hospital. Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less. Then she said I would come back to faith because I had a restless mind. This means to leave church by back door of sin and re-enter through the skylight of repentance. Cannot repent. Told her so and asked for sixpence. Got threepence.

Maybe you'll have better luck dealing with the dead than I. They go where they want. They sit on your bed at night and stand behind you in the mirror. Once they locate you, they never rest. And you know what's worse about them?" He smiled at me and didn't reply. "When it's your time, they'll be your escorts, and they won't be delivering you to a very good place. The dead are not given to mercy.

Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

All my indispositions have their source in my mind. It is when I am restless and unhappy that I become susceptible of cold, damp, heats, and such nonsense.

I put for the general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.

Humans are driven by a perpetual and restless desire of power.

There is some secret stirring in the world, A thought that seeks impatiently its word.

Speeding is like drugs. It makes everything come at you fast, and when you go back to normal driving, safe driving, prudent driving, it seems boring. That's the danger of drugs. At first it's intoxicating, but then the rest of your life you're trying to find that very first time. It never is the same.

I'm bored, normally, when I travel.

I get very antsy when I'm not occupied.

In the tide of these wild thoughts we checked our fancy, remembering that only on the rare grains called planets can life gain foothold, and that all this wealth of restless jewels was but a waste of fire.

He slept little and he slept poorly.

He felt a sort of emptiness, almost like a vacuum in his soul. He was unsettled and restless.

If you just sit and observe, you will see how restless your mind is. If you try to calm it, it only makes it worse, but over time it does calm, and when it does, there's room to hear more subtle things—that's when your intuition starts to blossom and you start to see things more clearly and be in the present more.

From being a romantic youth who fancied himself a footloose bohemian he had settled, with but a few stabs at ironic detachment, into a bourgeois life with a doting hausfrau and a richly wallpapered home filled with heavy Biedermeier furniture. He was no longer restless. He was comfortable.

My outer world looked great, but my inner world, where I do all of my living, felt incomplete and restless.

It is to be broken. It is to be torn open. It is not to be reached and come to rest in ever. I turn against you, I break from you, I turn to you. We hurt, and are hurt, and have each other for healing. It is healing. It is never whole.

Rather was it not a series of seven uneasy days, spent in restless pursuit of pleasure, and a wearisome anxiety to find out how to make the most of them? Where was the quiet, where the promised rest?

Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

Saint Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere.

Não consigo dormir esta noite. Encontro-me perante algo novo, algo pleno de expectativas. O futuro imediato é demasiado tentador para poder dormir.