Quotes About Restlessness

La locura de mi alma no puede reclinarse, vive en lo inquieto, en lo desordenado, en el desequilibrio de las cosas dinámicas, en el silencio del libre pensador, que vive solo, en callado destierro. The madness of my soul cannot repose, it lives in the restlessness in the disorder in the imbalance of things dynamic, in the silence of the free thinker, who lives alone, in quiet exile. (From Mi Alma / My Soul)

She said she didn't want rice. She didn't want anything anymore. Not a thing. But every once in a while she got a faraway look in her eyes and he knew she was thinking of some other place. A better place. Just once, she told him, I'd like to look out the window and see the sea.

And so, one bit one's nails, unable to find contentment in the simple beating of one's heart... one smoked, unable to be satisfied with the rhythm of one's brain...

Inima o luase razna! S?lta ca un iepure speriat, ca ÅŸi cum n-ar fi putut s? stea în culcuÅŸul ei. P?rea gata s? se furiÅŸeze oriunde - în gur?, în urechi sau chiar în intestine.

Por eso uno se roe las uñas en la imposibilidad de hallar la paz en el simple latido del corazón; consume cigarrillos porque no está satisfecho con el ritmo de su propio cerebro; uno tiene que hacer temblar su cuerpo al no encontrar la satisfacción tan sólo en el sexo.

The man's expression grew darker and darker, and he puffed restlessly on his cigarette; he had apparently quite forgotten the original business. I had at first intended to tell him, and only him, something of the real facts in order to allay his opposition as much as possible, but there was apparently no longer any need to. Under my bandage I involuntarily smiled a secret, bitter smile. Once in a while it's good to give vent to one's anger.

The time was already creeping up on three o'clock. Faith had been awake since three this morning. All she could think about right now was walking through her front door, taking off her bra and reading escalator fatality stories until it was dark enough to go to bed.

I've tried counting sheep like everyone recommends, but what tends to happen is that my brain thinks it's seen the same sheep twice and that messes up my count, and when I think there's no more sheep to count, another three will come running along and startle me. Or just as I think I've finished counting, an elephant comes running in. By this point I'm wide awake.

In man, at least, satisfaction is commonly followed by boredom.

Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.

The state of man is inconstancy, ennui, anxiety.

Condition de l'homme: inconstance, ennui, inquie tude. Man's condition. Inconstancy, boredom, anxiety.

Most of the evils of life arise from man's being unable to sit still in a room.

I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.

The less men are fettered by tradition, the greater becomes the inward activity of their motives, and greater again in proportion to their outer restlessness.

Man's worst enemies are boredom and discontent.

Man's restlessness makes him strive.

Sometimes you just get the feeling that here it is 11o'clock in the morning and you're not in school.

Now, on nights that I can't sleep, I play video games alone until the morning.

Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.

I don't sleep much. I'm on the go. My mind is racing. My wife says my mind is like the rolling dials on a slot machine. So, yeah, I think about everything.

I'm the kind of person who always likes to be doing something.

For the past couple of years I've been pretty bored with music in general... just bored with it.

If he can't sleep, how will he ever dream?