Quotes About Restless

He was a restless soul, competitive, calculating, always thinking about business. 'He wouldn't be able to sit still five minutes,' a longtime colleague recalled before McLean's death. 'You'd either have to play gin rummy with him or discuss business with him.

But for the last couple of days Marce had been fighting a cold, which made his snoring both louder and more random. When it woke Cardenia up, Marce sounded like he was two cavemen having a very urgent conversation with each other about discovering fire, or hunting a feral hog, or something else along that line.

the world of commerce is restless; it's like a hungry child that keeps growing and never quite grows up

Maybe it's true that we are all descended from the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers and brawlers, but also the brave and independent and generous. If our ancestors had not been that, they would have stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.

On neighbors looking over his camper:] I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation--a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any here... nearly every American hungers to move.

I have many homes, some that I have not seen yet. Maybe that is why I am restless; I have not yet known all of my homes

Could it be that Americans are a restless people, a mobile people, never satisfied with where they are as a matter of selection? The pioneers, the immigrants who peopled the continent, were the restless ones in Europe. The steady rooted ones stayed home and are still there. But every one of us...are descended from the restless ones, the wayward ones who were not content to stay at home. Wouldn't it be unusual if we had not inherited this tendency? And the fact is that we have.

We're a violent people, Cal. Does it seem strange to you that I include myself? Maybe it's true, that we are all descendants of the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers, and brawlers. But also the brave, and independent, and generous. If our ancestors hadn't been that, they would've stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields.

and the night moved restlessly about the house.

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.

I never felt settled or calm. You can't really commit to life when you feel that.

Being tired and not being able to fall asleep is just ridiculous.

Can't sleep at night, can't get up in the morning.

His older compatriot Friedrich Nietzsche had entertained no such hopes: "For long now our entire European culture has been moving with a tormenting tension that grows greater from decade to decade, as if towards a catastrophe: restless, violent, precipitate, like a river that wants to reach its end."23

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night... without the satisfaction.

Don't you hate when your hand falls asleep and you know it will be up all night.

The gaja might despise the Romany, but no Rom ever forgot his dead. For him, roaming over the earth were not only the half million Gypsies who drew breath but also the countless Gypsies who had gone before, restless spirits still wandering through cities and deserts, still real.

Wherever I am, whatever I do, my only purpose in life is to see you a restless desire like the need to see the light in the morning.

could not sleep," she explained, "and decided to walk

I couldn't sleep. Of course I couldn't. I had a whole universe to worry about.

I'd had another disturbed night as I walked up and down the corridors of my mind, a mêlée of thoughts spinning on discordant cerebral hamster-wheels as they conspired to keep my brain alert but unproductive.

But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us, to know Whence our lives come and where they go.

When people are progressing, they are much less likely to start looking around for another job. It is when they don't feel that they are advancing that they start to get restless.