Quotes About Restlessness

Die Nacht nach diesem Gespräch konnte ich nicht schlafen. Als Blanka nach Hause kam, schloß ich die Augen und rührte mich nicht. Aber ich mußte ununterbrochen an Irma und Margareta denken.

Let me remind you of the old maxim: people under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins.

Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin impatience. Because of impatience we are driven out of Paradise because of impatience we cannot return.

Umar puts his awareness of the restlessness for more and more knowledge that possesses true scholars, in these words: "Scholars are more prone to sleeplessness and slower to have enough to eat than any guests.

The starry sky is the truest friend in life, when you first become acquainted; it is ever there, it gives ever peace, ever reminds you that your restlessness, your doubt, your pains are passing trivialities. The universe is and will remain unshaken. Our opinions, our struggles, or sufferings are not so important and unique, when all is said and done.

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up.

Words aren't meant to be kept inside, you see. They are free creatures, and if locked away will unsettle the stomach.

In all the history of mankind, has any conqueror decided they had enough? Has any man just said, 'This is good. This is what I wanted,' and gone home?

At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have. For some, this is power. For me, it is peace.

I wanted to move. I needed to move. But in those moments, I could more easily have lifted a semi truck filled with pudding.

He had drive and hunger somewhere, like a phantom limb, agitating faintly away in his gut. He'd been an ambitious young man, he'd gotten drunk just looking at the constantly changing face of the churning, radiant world.

I used to go to work every day. Now I climb the walls.

Something inside me has filled up to the brim, and soon the walls will burst.

I remember a student presenting with great enthusiasm a summary of a book on Zen meditation while his own life experiences of restlessness, loneliness and desire for solitude and quietude remained an unknown book of knowledge to him. Just as words can become obstacles for communication, books can prevent self-knowledge.

The few times, however, that we do obey our severe masters and listen carefully to our restless hearts, we may start to sense that in the midst of our sadness there is joy, that in the midst of our fears there is peace, that in the midst of our greediness there is the possibility of compassion and that indeed in the midst of our irking loneliness we can find the beginnings of a quiet solitude.

We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still

Yes, that's the bore of comfort, said Lord Warburton. We only know when we're uncomfortable.

Oh dear, I'm quite alone, I've nothing on earth to do.

I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.

The moment I stepped on the American boat which was to take me to New York I felt I was in another world. I was among the go-getters again, among the restless souls, who, not knowing how to live their own life, wish to change the world for everybody.

That over these sea pastures, wide rolling watery prairies, and Potters' Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like some slumberers in their beds; the ever rolling waves but made so by the restlessness.

am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it—would they let me—since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in. By

No yoga. I can barely sit down.