Quotes About Restlessness

In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous.

In her way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

Boredom, which had begun as a mild infection, now took him over completely.

Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but foolish; for poise, so much admired as a social grace, could not be accompanied by restlessness. Pauses were acknowledged gracefully and did not cause lack of ease or embarrassment.

Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light/ I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.

The best place to start an adventure is with a quiet, perfect life... And someone who realizes that it can't possibly be enough.

The best place to start an adventure is with a quiet, perfect life … and someone who realizes that it can't possibly be enough.

We're just bored," said Joseph. "That's the simplest answer. It's like, no matter where you are or what you're doing, you have to try like hell to keep from getting bored to death.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

I'm not allowed to walk topside, nor can I walk below deck. What could possibly be left for me to do? Oh, I know. Die from boredom! (Serenity)

In fact, since I ceased to love I have known no peace. During my sleepless nights I feel sapped of energy, tormented by the wanderings of my spirit.

1.3 Restlessness

These are presumably the thoughts that made him restless.

Estás en medio de la gente, callada, encogida, con aire de querer escapar a cada instante.

Sober, he had to keep busy and purposeful, always moving. If he stopped, he immediately heard the sandstorm inside himself, and it terrified him.

Heimat ist das, von wo wir ausziehen, wo wir beginnen...Es ist nicht das, wo wir bleiben, es ist nicht das, was uns unverändert begleitet. Die Wanderschaft, auf die wir uns begeben, auf der wir unserem Begehren nachgehen, diese Unruhe, die uns angetrieben hat, das Gefühl des Exils ist die Quelle für das Suchen nach einem anderen Zuhause, nach einer anderen Heimat.

It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

When a man can't sleep, he won't let anybody else sleep either. If he doesn't go off to dreamland the moment his head hits the pillow, he gets frightfully annoyed and won't stay in bed.

Norman Mailer was once asked how he felt when he wasn't working. "Edgy, I get into trouble," he replied. "I would say I'm wasting my substance completely when I'm not working." I feel the same way.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We've planted seeds, let them grow.