Quotes About Restlessness

So he sat and listened to pigeons talking, till it seemed to him they were trying to lull the restlessness of Earth, and thought that they might by drowsy incantation be putting some spell against time, through which it could not come to harm their nests; for the power of time was not made clear to him yet and he knew not yet that nothing in our fields has the strength to hold out against time.

But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something.

It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning.

I've never been any place I wanted to go.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

Im so bored I'm this close to spraining my own ankle if it means NO MORE MUSEUMS. Besides, Ive got a tan to work on!

I'm bored of being bored because being bored is so boring.

Making unnecessary noises when you're bored...we all do it.

I get bored with people so easily it's borderline ridiculous.

Being bored at home is worse than being bored on campus.

I'm not good with being patient. I don't want to wait. That time I'm waiting could be used for something else.

Water benefits us without taking from us. It cleanses us, nourishes us, and calms our restlessness. So is a mother to her child. From the moment of birth, a child's well-being is her only concern. A wise mother cleans and discards the child's waste without comment. The child's excrement, its tears, its rages, are all allowed to be and discarded without emotion. A wise mother does not judge her child.

She was tired of the flaming thoughts of discontent that kept her awake at night.

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

...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.

I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.

When I can't sleep, I always wrap something around my neck and close my eyes and imagine myself being strangled to death. Then I can fall asleep--it feels like sinking deep underwater

I'm the type of person, you see, who rushes ahead, who often just goes through the motions of any current activity on my way to the next one. My heart and my body haven't always been good about sharing the same space. Instead of relishing each moment, each year, each opportunity, each step on the journey, I'm constantly overeager to get to the next thing, which always looks more enticing that what's currently before me. I'm rarely satisfied in full with

Americans thrive on mobility and feel shrunken in spirit when they do not have it.(Odd Thomas)

Under her restlessness and licentious pose is a repressed wholesomeness that will always make her regret devaluing herself, which, even in these strange times, he believes is true of more people than not. "Veronica," she says, referring to another waitress, "says you look dangerous. But the girl has zero spirit of adventure." "Good for her," Nameless says. "Girls who

pace the corridor back and forth until I wear the edge off my nerves or just collapse unconscious from exhaustion

disquietude

Sloth kept him in bed awhile. Restlessness drove him downstairs to the tiny court behind his kitchen, where the sun made more mist. Under its warmth everything gave off ghosts. They work from the bricks, rose with a deep reluctance, disappeared.