Quotes About Monotony

I would like to do is use the time that is coming now to talk about some things that have come to mind. We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone. Now that we do have some time, and know it, I would like to use the time to talk in some depth about things that seem important.

I hope later she will see and feel a thing about these prairies I have given up talking to others about; a thing that exists here because everything else does not and can be noticed because other things are absent. She seems so depressed sometimes by the monotony and boredom of her city life, I thought maybe in this endless grass and wind she would see a thing that sometimes comes when monotony and boredom are accepted. It's here, but I have no names for it.

Er wollte nichts mehr von Beförderung wissen, die bei der Truppe nach der Rangliste vorrückte wie eine unsagbar langsame Uhr nichts mehr von den Vormittagen, wo man noch bei aufsteigender Sonne, von oben bis unten beschimpft, vom Exerzierplatz zurückkehrt und mit bestaubten Reitstiefeln das Kasino betritt, um die Leere des Tags, der noch so lang sein wird, um leere Weinflaschen zu vermehren;

I hope later she will see and feel a thing about these parries I have given up talking to others about; a thing that exists here because everything else does not and can be noticed because other things are absent. She seems so depressed sometimes by the monotony and boredom of her city life, I thought maybe this endless grass and wind she would see a thing that sometimes comes when monotony and boredom are accepted.

But the trouble is there aren't any bends in my road. I can see it stretching straight out before me to the sky-line…endless monotony. Oh, does life ever frighten you, Anne, with its blankness…its swarms of cold, uninteresting people?

The civilian world was a dull place, a tired three-piece orchestra, waiting for the word 'fun'.

though his day-to-day responsibilities had constantly shrunk over the last ten years, life did not seem easier. It just seemed smaller and a good deal more dull.

A man can only do a given thing so many times with freshness and spirit--then, no matter what it is, it becomes like an office task. I enjoy cards and whoring, but even cards and whoring can grow boresome. You tup your wife a thousand times and that becomes an office task, too.

I wake up on time for four days in a row, get on the bus four days in a row, ride home after school. I want to scream. I think I'll need to take a day off every once in a while.

The work of any decent detective is at least nine-tenths monotony, despite the invariably brisk pace of any detective novel, or even a police file, for that matter . . . . No, if I wanted a life filled with non-stop excitement and challenge, I should not choose the life of a detective. High-wire acrobatics, perhaps, or teaching twelve-year-olds, or motherhood, but not detecting.

My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.

What is known for certain is dull.

Life has been so meagre, so insipid, so intolerably dull to eager and high-spirited souls!

Perhaps they are worse than evil - they are bored.

The real curriculum is punctuality, obedience and the acceptance of monotony, those skills we shall require later in life. Oblique aversion therapy to cure us of our thirst for information, and condition us so that thereafter we forge an association between indolence and pleasure. We confuse rebellion with a hairstyle

There are those who wake up each morning to conquer the day, and then there are those of us who wake up only because we have to. We live in the shadow of every neighborhood. We own little corner stores, live in run-down apartments that get too little light, and walk the same streets day after day. We spend our afternoons gazing lazily out of windows. Somnambulists, all of us. Someone else said it better: we wake to sleep and sleep to wake.

hep ayn? suratlar, ayn? söylem, ayn? görev, ayn? ka??tlar.

And, of course, it might simply be that everyone's become a little bored with one another, doing the same things over and over, hearing and telling the same stories.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

If anybody wanted to photograph my life, they'd get bored in a day.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

For all the boredom the straight life brings, it's not too bad.