Quotes About Lethargy

the symptoms of depression, despair or melancholy, and lethargy were considered by the Church the sin of accidia or sloth.

For repose is not the end of education; its end is a noble unrest, an ever renewed awaking from the dead, a ceaseless questioning of the past for the interpretation of the future, an urging on of the motions of life, which had better far be accelerated into fever, than retarded into lethargy.

Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.

He really didn't want his job. He didn't want to work again; all he wanted was to sink, sink, effortless, down into the mud.

Not in the mornings, I'm always so tired in the morning.

There was nothing to do and not enough time to do nothing in.

ESPARA, FORMERLY a seat of prestige only one step below Therim Pel itself, had descended from its imperial years the way some men and women descend into middle-aged lethargy, discarding the vigor and ambition of youth like a suit of clothes that can no longer be wriggled into.

lethargy which springs from despair.

which didn't do much of anything

p. 62 ...meditation… exposes a contradiction between the sort of person we wish to be and the kind of person we are. Restlessness and lethargy are ways of evading the discomfort of this contradiction.

Sloths. There's actually nothing to suggest sloths are evil, but seeing as they're the only animal named after a deadly sin, it's probably best to avoid them.

we do not care. We care for nothing on earth. We are tired.

The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.

The people do not complain because they have no voice; do not move because they are lethargic, and you say that they do not suffer because you have not seen their hearts bleed.

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses? Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care, Sinks down to rest.

Boredom is a bit of a bore, to say the least.

Nothing is so fatal to religion as indifference.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Laziness. Unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.

Boredom: the desire for desires.

He does not listen for an answer, but yawns, his face opening lewdly upon regions compared with which nudity becomes a milliner's invention.

I have been merely oppressed by the weariness and tedium and vanity of things lately: nothing stirs me, nothing seems worth doing or worth having done: the only thing that I strongly feel worth while would be to murder as many people as possible so as to diminish the amount of consciousness in the world. These times have to be lived through: there is nothing to be done with them.

Boredom, like hookworm, is endemic.

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.