Quotes About Restlessness

Boredom: the desire for desires.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

I'm not the settling-down type, I'm afraid. I think I'm cursed with a touch of Dating ADD.

I had seen ardency in men's eyes, but I had only felt it once. With Flauvic, false and therefore easy to dismiss. I suddenly wished that I could feel it now. No, I did feel it. I did have the same feeling, only I had masked it as restlessness, or as the exhortation to action, or as anger. I thought how wonderful it would be to see that spark now, in the right pair of eyes.

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with restless claws. Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her. Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the bond that held them so tightly together.

He found himself waking, despite the alarm clock's shrill ring, ten minutes earlier each day, and as he placed his head on the pillow each evening, numbers and names and new ventures would float through his mind, directionless, like blackbirds.

Restlessness is God's way of urging us!!!!

Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn't enough for me. Can you understand that?

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety,I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety.

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I'd love to be able to sleep. I'll probably not rest. I have no need for all this. Help me, Lord.

Oh, yes, I love sleepless nights.

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I want to go home." His first reaction was to shout, "Nay!" It took all his restraint not to shout the denial. A cold fist of dread clenched his throat and squeezed relentlessly. She wasn't happy. Even a fool could see that she was miserable.

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

This is a book about finding your way home—from wherever you are. It's for homesick people, eager and restless to find that place called home, even—especially—if they're not certain where home is anymore.

But in the 'nineties young men desired something more sweeping and passionate, more bold and less bland.

Boredom, like hookworm, is endemic.

I have trouble falling asleep. I have trouble shutting my mind off.

I'm sick when I don't work for year or two.

I got to the point where I was sick of fashion again, like I was at the end of high school.

There is nothing harder for me than to sit at the sideline, not being able to be productive.

Being on the sidelines is no fun for me.