Quotes About Restlessness

meine tätigen Kräfte sind zu einer unruhigen Lässigkeit verstimmt, ich kann nicht müßig sein und kann doch auch nichts tun. Ich habe keine Vorstellungskraft, kein Gefühl an der Natur, und die Bücher ekeln mich an. Wenn wir uns selbst fehlen, fehlt uns doch alles. Ich schwöre dir, manchmal wünschte ich, ein Tagelöhner zu sein, um nur des Morgens beim Erwachen eine Aussicht auf den künftigen Tag, einen Drang, eine Hoffnung zu haben.

He who thought at last the books would tell him why people couldn't stay, and how their maps unraveled into ink-dissolving roads, while the sleepless boy and hall light stood watch...

What am I lying here for?...We are lying here as though we had a chance of enjoying a quiet time...Am I waiting until I become a little older?

We are the graceless and dumbfounded, insane with our own insatiable desire for another time and place.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

It was impossible to sleep. Anxiety stopped me from falling asleep; depression woke me up.

A vingt ans, attendre est une torture.

Tia seems to have swallowed a cup of electricity for breakfast. She's jittery, pacing, talking too fast.

What this world needs is truth, not consolation. It must find itself in its ordeal and by way of its restlessness, not in the solace of edifying discourses that do nothing but pile on more testimony to its misery.

nothing finite will ever satisfy us. We can go to the moon; it is a great achievement, but after a while our eyes turn beyond to Neptune. Wherever we go in space, wherever we go in time, we find limitations. Our need is for infinite joy, infinite love, infinite wisdom and infinite capacity for service, and until this need is met, we can never, never rest peacefully.

Nada son cuatro letras que significan nada», y la nada era estar fuera de ese cuarto, de esa vida, era no volver a caminar el mismo día durante tantos años: el sosiego.

Wanderlust, the very strong or irresistible impulse to travel, is adopted untouched from the German, presumably because it couldn't be improved upon. Workarounds like the French passion du voyage don't quite capture the same meaning. Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly; it's something more animal and more fickle - something more like lust. We don't lust after many things in life. We don't need words like worklust or homemakinglust.

I just don't know anymore. God! I'm in a bad mood! It's like walking around in an itchy coat.

My restlessness makes me a far better day-to-day traveler than he will ever be. I am infinitely curious and almost infinitely patient with mishaps, discomforts, and minor disasters. So I can go anywhere on the planet—that's not a problem. The problem is that I just can't live anywhere on the planet.

This realization frightened her and made her unable to sleep at night, which, in turn, frightened her more. She feared the restlessness that was creeping upon her. She could almost hear her mind pacing within her skull, caged and bothered, and she felt the weight of all the years she had yet to live, bearing down upon her with heavy menace.

the mind is restless, turbulent, strong and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind.

I lay awake for hours in my twin bed next to the other, empty bed, feeling and hearing the spruces, the hemlocks, the rhododendron scraping at the partly open window, the verdant mountain out there in the night, the burgeoning of nature that did not seem to include me. And when, my restless body asked my teeming brain, had I agreed to be excluded?

I knew people who dreamed all the time about going somewhere else, and they let that ruin their lives. When you are not allowed to do something, it often becomes very important.

There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.

Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something. I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.

But, for the unquiet heart and brainA use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull narcotics numbing pain.

I want to be bored. But I can't. But I really don't want to be this thing that I'm having to be instead of being bored.

De unde vine oare De unde vine oare tot acest dor arz?tor în inimile noastre, Al nostru-i pocalul, nu ÅŸi vinul dintr-însul; De unde vine el oare? Åžtiu c? lumea este colb Iar noi, asemeni, un pumn de ??rân?. Dar de unde vine oare durerea c?ut?rii care ne mistuie toat? fiinÅ£a? Privirile noastre r?zbat fruntariile galaxiei. De unde vin oare C?utarea asidu?, neliniÅŸtea ÅŸi revolta noastr??

Por qué inventar el infierno cuando existe el insomnio?