Quotes About Restlessness

I want to go home at night and feel discomfort.

'Bigg Boss' is one show that I can never be a part of. I am very restless as a person, so keeping me locked won't be a good idea.

I'm never content, and I don't know if that's a curse or a good thing.

Then at night, we could hardly sleep. This

It should not matter, but it does. I want to know how many hours of the night are gone and how many remain and that there is no good reason for my wanting to know does not stop the wanting.

Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.

I am a wanderer and mountain-climber, said he to his heart, I love not the plains, and it seemeth I cannot long sit still. And whatever may still overtake me as fate and experience—a wandering will be therein, and a mountain-climbing: in the end one experienceth only oneself.

But sleep was busy elsewhere

I gathered them on my stomach and waited for sleep. But sleep was busy elsewhere.

I am content with nothing, restless and ambitious... and I despise myself for the vanity, which formed half the stimulus to my exertions. Oh would that I were one of those plodding wise fools who having once set their hand to the plough go on nothing doubting.

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

I can't remember a time when I stepped into an airport or train station without wishing I were somewhere else, doing almost anything else. Just thinking about traveling gives me the willies. Traveling and dyslexia don't really get along.

I'm addicted to change and therefore I get bored easily. Results have always motivated me, which has led me to developing ways to measure things that historically have not been measurable.

I have major sleeping problems. I'd rather be up thinking about things than actually sleeping.

My idea of relaxation is not lying down by a beach. I have to move around, do stuff. Though I'm a massive quiz show person.

I have a really hard time falling asleep. I have a lot of thoughts running through my head.

Beyond a row of dwarf palms the sea was snoring and complaining like a drunk in a doorway.

That's the problem with doing the wrong things. You're never satisfied. At some point, the misbehavior loses its thrill, and you need to seek out something that pushes more boundaries.

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.

Just before I fell asleep, I had a moment of panic ...

When people feel insecure they want to drink and sleep, because sleep is just a small manifestation of death.

Sleeping in your clothes makes you tired. The clothes are crumpled, and also your body underneath them. I feel as if I've been rolled into a bundle and thrown on the floor.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.