Quotes About Restlessness

Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature

Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they'd never imagined.

To Connie, everything in her world and life seemed worn out, and her dissatisfaction was older than the hills.

She, who was bored almost to agony, and who had nothing at all to do, she had not time to think even, seriously, of anything. Time being, after all, only the current of the soul in its flow.

Quite frantically, he longed not to be.

You had to take it out some way or other, your youth, or it ate you up. But what a ghastly thing, this youth! you felt as old as Methuselah, and yet the thing fizzed somehow, and didn't let you be comfortable. A mean sort of life! And no prospect!

Tiap bayangan memiliki nama; Saat memikirkan semua yang kumiliki, aku gelisah, Kudengar rumor tentang kemasyhuran. Bukan untuk kebanggaan, melainkan hanya kehinaan, Bayangan berubah menjadi tulang. (Allen Ginsberg)

and in some of the people of the town and community surrounding it, one of the characteristic diseases of the twentieth century was making its way: the suspicion that they would be greatly improved if they were somewhere else.

Late in the night I pay the unrest I own to the life that has never lived and cannot live now. What the world could be is my good dream and my agony when, dreaming it, I lie awake and turn and look into the dark. I think of a luxury in the sturdiness and grace of necessary things, not in frivolity. That would heal the earth, and heal men. But the end, too, is part of the pattern, the last labor of the heart: to learn to lie still, one with the earth again, and let the world go.

We're a culture of self-absorbed consumers who use noise and distractions to manage our lack of shared meaning. What that produces in us is a drugged heart—a heart neither restless for God nor able to love and empathize with others. There

Do you ever feel like running away?" "Of course... Sometimes I feel like I want to run away from everything." "I remember having that feeling once when I was at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm... I climbed over the fence, but I was still in the world!

And God? He's in these hills because we are. No matter how far you run, you can't shake Him. Maybe Davis and I know that best, but Emma knew it first, and Saint Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

When they were gone, she found her time hung heavy upon her hands...

Straining against her leash, the puppy tried to go a hundred different ways at once.

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

Het duurt zo lang voordat avond en dageraad voorbij zijn. Het duurt lang voordat de langzame nacht naderbij komt. Al wie westwaarts zwerft, al wie oostwaarts doolt weet niet waarom hij niet rusten kan. Het is omdat elke aardeszoon een skelet met zich meedraagt en ermee reizen moet.

The sound of her silk skirt has stopped.On the marble pavement dust grows.Her empty room is cold and still.Fallen leaves are piled against the doors.Longing for that lovely ladyHow can I bring my aching heart to rest?

I can settle down and be doing just fineTill I hear an old train rolling down the line,Then I hurry straight home and packAnd if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stackI love you baby, but you gotta understandWhen the Lord made me he made a ramblin' man

to be a Muslim is to be an insomniac.

Where consequence ceases, there folly, restlessness and misery begin.