Quotes About Restlessness

Gli uomini hanno in sé un superfluo, che di continuo inutilmente li tormenta, non facendoli paghi di nessuna condizione e sempre lasciandoli incerti del loro destino.

Men desire novelty to such an extent that those who are doing well wish for a change as much as those who are doing badly.

Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it is almost as if the trees know, in their restlessness, in their head-tossing impatience, that something is about to happen.

Hell," he finished absurdly. "Because—" He produced a twenty-peso note and laid it on the table. "I like it," he called to them, through the open window, from outside. Cervantes stood behind the bar, with scared eyes, holding the cockerel. "I love hell. I can't wait to get back there. In fact I'm running, I'm almost back there already.

Chi ha respirato la polvere delle strade del Messico, non troverà più pace in nessun altro paese.

Boredom is restlessness of the soul. It is an internal message reminding you that you're better than the stagnancy you've settled for.

Constant muscular activity was natural for the child, and, therefore, the immense effort of the drillmaster teachers to make children sit still was harmful and useless.

Gifted children tend to be very impatient and need constant stimulation, otherwise they become aggressive.

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

Chaos is the penance for leisure.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

Instead of answering her as soon as he saw her hair grow electric, her face more vivid, her eyes like lightning, her body restless and jerky like a racehorse's, he retired behind this wall of objective understanding, this gentle testing and acceptance of her, just as one watches an animal in the zoo and smiles at his antics, but is not drawn into this mood. It was this which left Lilith in a state of isolation - indeed, like a wild animal in an absolute desert.

I was growing sad, sad with restlessness and hunger. I felt that nothing would happen to me. I felt desperate with desire to be a woman, to plunge into living. Why was I enslaved by this need of being in love first? Where would my life begin? It seemed to me that a great current was passing all around me and that I was left out. I would have to find someone who felt as I did. But where? Where?

No rest for me anywhere. No rest from writing, awareness, insights, memories, fantasies, analogies, free associations. Writing becomes imperative for a surcharged head.

For the first time I have conquered restlessness, my imagination does not wander to all the far places towards all the far strangers, questing, expecting what? For the first time my body and soul are together, and the sound of a window closing, a door closing, is no more alarming than the wings of an icon closing over a figure praying.

and said to Djuna: I am tired. And laid a despondent, a heavy head on her breast, his heavy body on her body, and all his unfulfilled desires, his aborted moments, lay down with his like stones in his pocket, weighing him down, so that the bed creaked with the inertia of his words: I wanted to do this, I wanted to do that, I want to change the world, I want to go and fight... But it is night already, the day has fallen apart, disintegrated in his hands.

I have a horror of rest; possessions encourage one to indulge in it, and there's nothing like security for making one fall asleep; I like life well enough to live it awake, and so, in the very midst of my riches, I maintain the sensation of a state of precariousness, by which means I aggravate, or at any rate intensify, my life. I will not say I like danger, but I like life to be hazardous, and I want it to demand at every moment the whole of my courage, my happiness, my health...

I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.

Nathanaël, je t'enseignerais la ferveur. Une existence pathétique, Nathanaël, plutôt que la tranquillité. Je ne souhaite pas d'autre repos que celui du sommeil de la mort. J'ai peur que tout désir, toute énergie que je n'aurais pas satisfaits durant ma vie, pour leur survie ne me tourmentent. J'espère , après avoir exprimé sur cette terre tout ce qui attendait en moi, satisfait, mourir complètement désespèré .

Ethereal or promiscuous, she is stigmatized by the awesome drive behind her desire, the restlessness of her soul on earth, the mercilessness of her passion, [...] Her desire is grandiose and amoral, beyond the timidity she practices and the conscious morality she knows. She is stigmatized by her capacity for passion, not unlike artistic genius, the great wildness of a soul forever discontent with existing forms and their meanings; but she, unlike the artist, has no adequate means of expression.

Do you not begin to see, my reader, that there are two kinds of warfare? The first is when we seek to conquer prayerlessness in our own strength. In that case, my advice to you is to give over your restlessness and effort; fall helpless at the feet of the Lord Jesus. He will speak the word, and your soul will live.

Does not all your anxious restlessness, and futile effort, prove that you have not let God do His work? God is drawing you to Himself. This is not your own wish, and the stirring of your own heart, but the everlasting Divine magnet is drawing you. These restless yearnings and thirstings, remember, are the work of God. Come and be still, and wait upon God. He will reveal Himself.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn't sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it's because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.