Quotes About Restlessness

Evolution intended us to be travelers….Settlement for any length of time, in cave or castle, has at best been…a drop in the ocean of evolutionary time." —Bruce Chatwin, ANATOMY OF RESTLESSNESS

Boredom is an emptiness filled with insistence.

Ennui, perhaps, has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst...

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...

And closely akin [...] was the call still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.

It was a pain and an unrest; and it received easement only by the touch of the new god's presence. At such times love was joy to him, a wild, keen–thrilling satisfaction. But when away from his god, the pain and the unrest returned; the void in him sprang up and pressed against him with its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly.

He hated the oblivion of sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live. He grudged every moment of life sleep robbed him of, and before the clock had ceased its clattering he was head and ears in the washbasin and thrilling to the cold bite of the water.

Youth which lives by hope is riven by unrest.

In my stories, there were always things happening: in my life, nothing would ever happen.

He wanted me to come home--to come home, as he said, and settle down, and whenever he said that I thought of the sediment at the bottom of a stagnant pond.

in the summer of 1845 Edward Little was sixteen years old and restless in his blood.

I could not spend the rest of my life sitting in Brazil writing down who called whom uncle and aunt.

If I sit in the same square room and work on something too long, I feel like you just go mad.

One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.

Golden roofs break men's rest.

The man who wishes to understand himself thoroughly must with his unrest, uncertainty, and even his weakness and sinfulness, with his life and death, draw near to Christ.

The heart of man is restless until he finds rest in Thee.

A blur of blinks, taps, jiggles, pivots and shifts ... the body language of a man wishing urgently to be elsewhere.

The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.

Haven't slept in so long my memory foam is starting to forget.

This morning, that morning, was honeycombed with personal restlessness. Evening swells up in lavender, blue, black in these parts, the twenty-thousand-fathom sea of acceptance and a sort of timeless soothing, only to be worried out of its mind by a scratch-rash epidemic of star-white.

Ich möchte schlafen, aber du mußt tanzen." [ Hyazinthen ]

At worse, one is in motion; and at best, Reaching no absolute, in which to rest, One is always nearer by not keeping still.

The Christ speaks: Wherever you are, whatever you do, you will be restless until you turn to God. Does it upset you when a day doesn't go according to your plan? Is there anyone who has everything for which one could wish? No, not one. Kings and popes are not exempt. Disappointment affects everyone. Doldrums corner even the most devout unless they are among the few who are able to endure hardship willingly without complaining.