Quotes About Restlessness

Something was in the air tonight, and whatever it might be, it was keeping sleep at bay.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with double amounts of soap and all the extra buttons pushed: extra wash, extra rinse, extra water, extra spin, extra protection against things that go bump in the night.

She had had insomnia badly when she was fresh from Home.... She had had only occasional bad nights since then. Bad? she thought. Why bad? I rarely feel much the worse the next day, except for a sort of moral irritability that seems to go with the feeling that I ought to have spent all those silent hours asleep.

dejad que os diga que el lugar donde reside el mayor de vuestros desasosiegos es a la vez el rincón donde se encuentra vuestra mayor oportunidad.

You know a movie is slow when you start looking to see what time it is. You know it's awful when you start shaking your watch to see if it has stopped. One

He has never been satisfied to be a mere spectator at anything. I'd take an oath he even plots in his sleep.

Disappointment of various places and trips. Not really comfortable anywhere. Very soon, this cry: I want to go back! (but where? since she is no longer anywhere, who was once where I could go back). I am seeking my place. Sitio.

21 de noviembre noche "En todas partes me aburro

Unlike his father's composed look, his already seemed restless.

He fretted endlessly about his company and, below the surface, was constantly on edge.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

You too are an exile, I thought. You morn for the broad open steppes where you have room to spread your icy wings. Here you feel stifled and constricted, like an eagle that cries and beats against the bars of its iron cage.

In pale blue fog, a far, white sailboat Through mist and sea, sails all alone What lures him to distant countries? What drives him out, so far from home? The waves are mad, the wind is whistling Mast, creaking, moans without cease Alas, not happiness it's seeking And not from happiness it flees Beneath, the azure current flows Above, the golden sunlight streaks But restlessly, it prays for storms As if in storms it may find peace

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage, for that matter.

And yet, you're still alone. All that trying and still you stand apart, watching from the other side of the glass. Afraid to have what you truly want because what if it's not enough after all ? So much better to wrap yourself up in the longing. The yearning. The restlessness. Poor Gemma. She doesn't quite fit, does she? Poor Gemma--all alone.

He sat up in bed, wishing Lily was there. He wouldn't even have needed to touch her, just watching her sleep would have soothed him. Caleb shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair. He had to go home to Fox Chapel, face Joss, take his place in the family again. He wanted his share of the land and the horses. And he wanted Lily at his side, now and forever. Sweating

If you could only keep quiet, clear of memories and expectations, you would be able to discern the beautiful pattern of events. Its your restlessness that causes chaos.

The happiness and peace attained by those satisfied by the nectar of spiritual tranquillity is not attained by greedy persons restlessly moving here and there.

As one becomes increasingly unsteady (restless), one increases entanglements.

To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.

Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!