Quotes About Restlessness

Mama - Mama - I want so many things... I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy.

Sometimes...I just want to run away from it all

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

Everybody's talking about people breaking into houses but there are more people in the world who want to break out of houses.

When people have peace, they hate it and long for excitement, and when they have excitement, they want peace.

Just getting out of your town seems to be a pervasive thing in England. But I don't want to keep grinding the axe forever, it's boring.

IBM doesn't want its people to get frustrated and restless because it has them reaching for carrots they can't quit

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

I can't think of anything I want and need that I don't already have but at the same time, I'm not sated.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

I hate it when my foot falls asleep during the day, because that means it's going to be up all night.

Did you sleep well?" "No, I made a couple of mistakes.

What an unfortunate time for the wanderlust to strike!

It isn't the calendar age that determines a man's restlessness. It is daily circumstance, an *awareness* of being hurt, and an inordinate hunger for "another way".

I'd better be on the road, or I'll be going nuts. I'm not the kind of guy who sits around with a pipe and slippers watching soap operas.

I get my most creative sort of energy after a show. So I love to go back to the hotel and compose new material. Generally in a rush, exactly. I have to get it out somehow, otherwise I can't sleep, you know.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented.

This time was different. The tools of this era--phones, computers--enabled people to move at a blurring pace. Yet despite all they accomplished, they were never at peace.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

Now, back in the reality that always lies in wait among the shadows of the Ensanche quarter, the enchantment was lifting, and all I had was painful desire and an indescribable restlessness.

No tenía sueño, ni ganas de tentarlo.