Quotes About Restlessness

porque nada enardece más al intranquilo que le digan tranquilízate, nada lo preocupa tanto como que lo inviten a despreocuparse, nada contraría tanto sus impulsos de vuelo como los aterrizados oficios de un samaritano.

I am not sleepy and I will not go to bed." --Lola

I remember a distinct sense of restlessness in the air while I was growing up, a feeling that if you wanted an exciting or important or interesting life, you needed to escape.

the feeling that the place you're in is too small.

Ma ne avevo abbastanza e capivo che ormai tutta quanta Torino e il mestiere e le strade e le pietre di casa non bastavano piu a darmi pace.

L'idea di passare un'altra notte bianca mi atterrì.

The happiness and peace attained by those satisfied by the nectar of spiritual tranquillity is not attained by greedy persons restlessly moving here and there.

This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.

This life is a hospital where each patient is possessed by the desire to change his bed.

This life is a hospital, where each patient is possessed by a desire to change beds.

Not that, this." She took her hands off the wheel and stretched out her arms, the car inching closer to oncoming traffic. "This town, these people, the same old shit every week. I'm done with it. All of it.

The incapacity of sound sleep denotes a mind sorely wounded.

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

he is a confoundedly bad kind of man. He is a slow-torturing kind of man. He is no more like flesh and blood than a rusty old carbine is. He is a kind of man?by George!?that has caused more restlessness, and more uneasiness, and more dissatisfaction with myself than all other men put together. That's the kind of man Mr. Tulkinghorn is!

I find the nights long, for I sleep but little, and think much.

John Jarndyce] rubbed his head so constantly that not a single hair upon it ever rested in its right place

But the windows of the house of Memory, and the windows of the house of Mercy, are not so easily closed as windows of glass and wood. They fly open unexpectedly; they rattle in the night; they must be nailed up. Mr. The Englishman had tried nailing them, but had not driven the nails quite home. So he passed but a disturbed evening and a worse night.

I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere.

Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere.

No rest, no peace. Incessant torture of remorse.

But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep.

The girl had taken a few restless turns to and fro—closely watched meanwhile by her hidden observer—when the heavy bell of St. Paul's tolled for the death of another day. Midnight had come upon the crowded city. The palace, the night-cellar,* the jail, the madhouse: the chambers of birth and death, of health and sickness, the rigid face of the corpse and the calm sleep of the child: midnight was upon them all.

Certainly this is what many people feel during empty moments or deliberate experiments at meditation: a churning unease that says "I should be doing something". This cultural compulsion is so strong that even spiritual practices such as meditation and prayer are easily converted into just another thing to do, moments mortgaged to the campaign of improving life.

Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation.