Quotes About Restlessness

Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. It is not accident that boredom and cruelty are great preoccupations in our time.

A bed or a chair will trick you if you stay still on them long at a time. They will draw out your strength and leave you weak as water.

I find it difficult to be in rooms now for long periods of time. I can usually take it for about an hour. Then I stride out.

I book myself tight. If I have any time off, I get antsy.

Having been let out of the barn once, I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.

When I can't sleep, I don't count sheep. I count lovers. And by the time I reach 38 or 39, I'm asleep.

I don't sleep much. It takes me a long time to fall asleep. I'm a bit of an insomniac but, when I fall asleep, I don't ever want to wake up.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

She wants to be someone else, somewhere else, and I can't blame her.

In all we do, and hear, and see, Is restless Toil and Vanity. While yet the rolling earth abides, Men come and go like ocean tides

Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it.

I feel as if I were about to explode. I know crying would help, but I can't cry. I'm restless.

I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

At five that night, I went back to the market and bought three sixteen-ounce Rainier Ales. I bounced back to my house, Mary Lou Retton-like, sipped the first ale, took the Valium, smoked a joint, drank the second ale, took another Valium, listened to "Into the Mystic" ten times, drank the third Ale, too the Valium and the Halcion, and discovered two unhappy thoughts. One was it was only seven o'clock. The second was that I was wide awake.

tucked his hands under his thighs as if they had to be contained, as if they would lash out otherwise, or fly away.

This book is about love and art and change and fear. It's about overcoming a multigenerational conspiracy designed to sap your creativity and restlessness. It's about leading and making

Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.

I didn't have to go. I could fade into the crowd, be pushed along through the tunnel, into the city. I could roll along in my bubble ball. I was used to moving, used to packing up and following along like a robot, but I was tired of it. I wanted to stop moving and I wanted to be somewhere and stay somewhere and I wanted my family.

No offense, but I'm getting stir-crazy. Can we please go downstairs and hang in the bar or do anything that keeps me from sitting here bored out of my mind while the three of you watch me grow eyebrow hair? I mean really, I am fine. I'm not going to spontaneously combust or do anything else freaky. Promise. (Tory)

It's been a whole day since I last killed someone, and I'm getting antsy. (Maxis)

I had friends who ran off to become ski instructors or worked in cool bars, and I often envied them, but I know I'd quickly become bored with that kind of life. I always need to push myself.

I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

I'm a creature who bores, easily. I could never do one job, for the rest of my life.