Quotes About Restlessness

I finished The Freebie, which was a small relationship "talky" movie, and I was like, "I just want to get out of the house! And I want there to be some action, and I want some tension in there!"

I'm never satisfied because I've been always interested in too many things and I always want to do everything at once.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

I have learned since that sometimes the things we want most are impossible for us. You may long to come home, yet wander forever.

I knew how she felt, all jittered up inside and no place to put the aggravation.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

Its really most remarkable how the human race is so seldom satisfied with what its got. Give a man the world and he's pining for the moon.

It's really most remarkable how the human race is so seldom satisfied with what it's got. Give a man the world and he's still pining for the moon.

Motivation begins with discomfort- with needs that are unfulfilled.

Nowhere is there a sense of peace.

Nowhere could I find peace.

Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

He doesn't like to sleep when it's dark out.

She tried to keep busy, but each afternoon she was drawn into the courtyard or up into the pavilion, where she sat as still as a pool of water. It was as if she feared she'd fly away into a million pieces if she moved.

Every body about me seem'd happy but every body seem'd in a hurry to be happy somewhere else.

When I was growing up, I just wanted to be somewhere else. I didn't like living in Knockemstiff, and I figured when I got older, I'd move off to some big city.

I always feel discontent, like there's somewhere else to go, somewhere else to be. I'm a very ambitious person.

For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as great sorrow.

If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here… I wouldn't be anywhere.

You can easily tell a Northener: he/she feels guilty doing nothing. Even doing nothing for them is programmed, labeled, and has to be learned using some Yoga instructor.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

I had neglected to provide myself with books, and as we crept along at the dull rate of four miles per hour, I soon felt the foul fiend Ennui coming upon me