Quotes About Restlessness

My lady, watchful and quiet as the cold stars in the wintry sky, looked up at these casements with an earnest and scrutinizing gaze. One of the windows was shrouded by a scanty curtain of faded red; and upon this curtain there went and came a dark shadow, the shadow of a woman with a fantastic head dress, the shadow of a restless creature, who paced perpetually backward and forward before the window.

When he held her that way, she felt so happy that it disturbed her. After he left, it would take her hours to fall asleep, and then when she woke up she would feel another onrush of agitated happiness, which was a lot like panic. She wished she could grab the happiness and mash it into a ball and hoard it and gloat over it, but she couldn't. It just ran around all over the place, disrupting everything.

If I have to stay my whole life here, without ever experiencing there, I'll evaporate.

Even cats grow lonely and anxious.

At one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The alternatives battled in my mind and made my life restless.

I slipped into a state beyond my usual grief and restlessness and anxiety and despair – one of not feeling anything at all. And when I felt nothing I almost became nostalgic for the grief; at least when you felt pain you knew you were still alive.

I used to sit with the bedside lamp on, reading for about two hours after Andrea had gone to sleep, until my eyes were dry and sore, always seeking and never quite finding, but with that feeling of being tantalizingly close.

Note, Those that depart from God cannot find rest any where else. After Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, he never rested. Those that shut themselves out of heaven abandon themselves to a perpetual trembling. "Return therefore to thy rest, O my soul, to thy rest in God; else thou art for ever restless.

We have sought for firm ground and found none. The deeper we penetrate, the more restless becomes the universe; all is rushing about and vibrating in a wild dance.

Usamljenost ra?a misao, misao nezadovoljstvo, nezadovoljstvo pobunu. Ja sam bio daleko od misli na pobunu: samo sam lijeno sanjario.

ljudi nekud idu, vra?aju se, žure, vidim ih iz svoje nesabrane daljine, kao mrave, i znam da bi trebalo da se i ja priklju?im, da budem užurban, da nekud odlazim, da dolazim, da se oko ne?ega trudim, a ne da buljim ovako u tavanicu, u prazninu. Ali ne mogu. Gledam kroz prozor i nastojim da ne mislim na nerješive stvari, ali ne mogu da se oslobodim tereta što me tišti.

And if you'd been healthy and happy, you wouldn't have come home?" "When everything is lost a man seeks refuge, as if he were returning to his mother's womb." "And after that?" "After that he forgets. He's driven to it by his restlessness. He wants to be what he was not, or what he was. He runs away from his fortune and looks for another.

There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

Ages fourteen to eighteen, a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something — anything — to begin.

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything—a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness—only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

All I wanted to do was lie in the dry grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you're halfway to Methana.

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something.

Having been let out of the barn once, I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.

Morte silenciosa A noite cedeu-nos o instinto para o fundo de nós imigrou a ave a inquietação Serve-nos a vida mas não nos chega: somos resina de um tronco golpeado para a luz nos abrimos nos lábios dessa incurável ferida Na suprema felicidade existe uma morte silenciada

She had pushed the kiss into a small corner of her brain, and it only came out at night. It would trip about her head and run down and beat in her heart a bit, and not let her get any sleep at all.

Everything moves at light speed, without rest. "It's too loud. Too colorful. The lack of aesthetics. The crudeness. The inanities. The trivia. The inappropriate choices of aspirations and goals.