Quotes About Lethargy

If I'm dying from anything, it's from indifference and red tape.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The people are not always well-informed, but is better that they have misconceptions that make them restless than that they be lethargic-for lethargy in the people means death for republics.

Skip experienced no excitement. Only the lethargy and sadness of a man freezing to death.

I get this thing every once in a while that I call 'ESS:' emergency sleep situation. I'll get like lead, really fatigued, and I can't move.

Dullness is the enemy.

Everybody is entertained to death.

He should have been nothing but exhilarated. Somehow, he merely felt tired. Bone weary with the routine of his life, the predictability of it.

I'm still tired and sleeping all the time and still not enough. My arms are just hanging down at my sides and I don't feel like doing anything at all. And I don't have any desire — for nothing, not money, not my mother, not Therese.

I am so depressed and bored I may even have to do some homework.

London life made one lazy, he considered. Unfit for real existence.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature,

I'm a lazy, lazy girl.

I'm quite lazy.

I'm too lazy to work out.

Everyone is born lazy.

I am very lazy.

If Europe does not advance, it will fall or even be wiped out from the world map... My duty is to bring Europe out of its lethargy.

conoscienze: acquaintances, friendships, contacts and debts built up over a lifetime of dealing with a system generally agreed, even by those in its employ, perhaps especially by those in its employ, to be inefficient to the point of uselessness, prone to the abuses resultant from centuries of bribery, and encumbered by a Byzantine instinct for secrecy and lethargy.

Too bored to stay home. Too lazy to go out.

My body, still too heavy with sleep to move...

Coming in from his work, he gorged himself on fried food and went to bed and to sleep in the resulting torpor.

Doc awakened very slowly and clumsily like a fat man getting out of a swimming pool. (chap 32)

Freedom's enemies are waste, lethargy, indifference, immorality, and the insidious attitude of something for nothing.