Quotes About Restlessness

The creative people I admire seem to share many characteristics: A fierce restlessness. Healthy cynicism. A real world perspective. An ability to simplify. Restraint. Patience. A genuine balance of confidence and insecurity. And most importantly, humanity.

What does Resistance feel like?   First, unhappiness. We feel like hell. A low-grade misery pervades everything. We're bored, we're restless. We can't get no satisfaction. There's guilt but we can't put our finger on the source. We want to go back to bed; we want to get up and party. We feel unloved and unlovable. We're disgusted. We hate our lives. We hate ourselves.

What does Resistance feel like? First, unhappiness. We feel like hell. A low-grade misery pervades everything. We're bored, we're restless. We can't get no satisfaction. There's guilt but we can't put our finger on the source. We want to go back to bed; we want to get up and party. We feel unloved and unlovable. We're disgusted. We hate our lives. We hate ourselves.

In this uprising we free ourselves from the tyranny of consumer culture. We overthrow the programming of advertising, movies, video games, magazines, TV, and MTV by which we have been hypnotized from the cradle. We unplug ourselves from the grid by recognizing that we will never cure our restlessness by contributing our disposable income to the bottom line of Bullshit, Inc., but only by doing our work.

We unplug ourselves from the grid by recognizing that we will never cure our restlessness by contributing our disposable income to the bottom line of Bullshit, Inc., but only by doing our work.

First, unhappiness. We feel like hell. A low-grade misery pervades everything. We're bored, we're restless. We can't get no satisfaction. There's guilt but we can't put our finger on the source. We want to go back to bed; we want to get up and party. We feel unloved and unlovable. We're disgusted. We hate our lives. We hate ourselves.

Photography has become the quintessential art of affluent, wasteful, restless societies.

In the fourth century, John Cassian described a condition among his fellow monks that he called "acedia": a "weariness or distress of heart . . . akin to dejection" that took "possession" of unhappy souls and left them lazy, sluggish, restless, and solitary. Later, acedia became widely translated as sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, and blended with melancholy in the popular mind. Both required, at the very least, confession and penitence.

The Ache of Autumn in Us There is a season for everything, a time for giving birth, a time for dying; a time for tears, a time for laughter; a time for mourning, a time for dancing. . . . —Ecclesiastes 3:1,2,4 The trees grow more restless; October wind weaves through them; they shake their arms in dismay as if to fight the coming cold and the grief of leaves going. Autumn air does a heart-dance on branches already gone barren; the misty air clings to golden leaves

fast. Get those months, days, hours, minutes out of the way, it can't be quick enough.

Az unalom – írja Tolsztoj – a vágy utáni vágy." A vágynak ez a hiánya éppúgy a helyéhez szögezi az embert, mint bármilyen szorongás. Akármennyire is unalmas és fájdalmas a kényelmi zónánk, ha végignézünk a lélektani láthatáron, és semmi nem hívogat, egy helyben maradunk.

I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time, until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.

She was not a woman made for sitting home and nursing. She craved things darker, stranger, out of bounds.

Standing still is always more tiring than walking

Kate, on the other hand, always stood with her shoulders straight and tall, couldn't sit still if her life depended upon it, and walked as if she were in a race—and why not? she always wondered. If one was going somewhere, what could possibly be the point in not getting there quickly?

His hands began to tingle. His feet, too. It was taking everything he had just to stand still. He wanted to move, he wanted to do something. He wanted to set his life in motion, reach out and capture his dreams.

There is an inherent creative restlessness at Laika where we always want to challenge ourselves.

You're so used to being on the road and having a schedule that the insanity seeps in when you're sitting at home and there's nothing going on that day.

The curse of me & my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.

Out of dark, thou, Father Helios, leadest, but the mind as Ixion, unstill, ever turning.

I don't know what I want but it's not this. I don't want to be this person, I don't want to be trapped in this body, in this house, in this marriage.fay we

No duerme nadie por el mundo. Nadie, nadie. No duerme nadie. Hay un muerto en el cementerio más lejano que se queja tres años porque tiene un paisaje seco en la rodilla;

LA PONCIA: Ésta tiene algo. La encuentro sin sosiego, temblona, asustada, como si tuviese una lagartija entre los pechos.

You see, when you're young and foolish it doesn't matter where you may be, you always think that you'll be happier somewhere else.