Quotes About Restlessness

He feared snakes, and tamed Pharaoh's rat, the rust- backed mongoose. No bust of it was made, but there was pleasure for the rat. Its restlessness was its excellence; it was praised for its wit; and the jerboa, like it, a small desert rat, and not famous, that lives without water, has happiness.

Si alguna vez me suicido, será en domingo. Es el día más desalentador, el más insulso. Quisiera quedarme en la cama hasta tarde, por lo menos hasta las nueve o las diez, pero a las seis y media me despierto solo y ya no puedo pegar los ojos. A veces pienso qué haré cuando toda mi vida sea domingo. Quién sabe, a lo mejor me acostumbro a despertarme a las diez.

Me aburrí de mí mismo, de mi propia paciencia.

I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

For a spirit that roamed restlessly, entering into every jot of the teeming life around him, stillness must have held a deep allure. If you are everything and everywhere, how restful it must seem to be no one and no where.

Wraiths see death in everything. They do not see things in the physical world as they appear, but as they someday will be. A person about to die might appear cadaverous, with hollow eyes and jaundiced skin; a car destined to crash will appear dented in advance. Much of the world seems decayed, a near collapse. Billboards are tattered, roads are potholed, pain is peeling, metal is rusting, buildings are crumpling. To the Restless, much of the world is already dead.

I distrust the perpetually busy, always have. The frenetic ones spinning in tight little circles like poisoned rats. The slower ones, grinding away their fourscore and ten in righteousness and pain. They are the soul-eaters.

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Even boredom has its crises.

Boredom is probably more frequent and more tormenting if you do not have sight or hands.

Nothing was ever where Cole wanted it to be.

My gramps is a lot like you. No sense of adventure. All he does is sit in his urn...

It's four A.M.! Who goes to bed this early!?

Look guys, if you're just going to stare at me, I'm going to bed!

Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.

I want to lie down in the grass on the sidewalk and I want to run and keep running.

What have we all, we who have nothing left but longing to be free of our lashed satiety.

Impatience leading swiftly to boredom is my vice, not panic.

No artist is pleased.... there is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissastifaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

That is, my sin drives me on, it will not give me rest or peace. Neither wine nor bread nor sleep will drive away this feeling of wrath and death.

The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

I don't want to pull over right now, but I just downed an Arizona Ice Tea and I'm starting to look for the next closest rest stop.--On Settling down with a girl.

Missing someone causes insomnia like symptoms. The frustration of being without that person keeps you awake at night.