Quotes About Monotony

Aunque hará bien en no olvidar que una persona sabia es aquella que monotoniza la existencia pues, entonces, cada pequeño incidente, si sabe leerlo literariamente, tiene para ella carácter de maravilla.

Será que lo doméstico -ese veneno que acaba con las pasiones y que también llamamos cotidianidad- lo arruina todo? [...] ¿Es el genio, como insisten algunos, una persona insoportablemente normal en la vida cotidiana? ¿Se puede ser genial todo el rato?

Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more.

She used to think of it vaguely as "We don't get along," but it wasn't even that. There were no clashes or quarrels between them, no question of infidelity. He certainly wasn't the type for an affair, and at forty-eight, her hair graying and her figure gone, she had resigned herself to weary middle age. It was just that together, bleakly confronted with each other, they experienced a vast and hopeless boredom.

Their evenings were interminable; their Sundays were like their evenings.

The air was still and tasted flat, like water that had been boiled more than once.

He half-hears the familiar accusation that the policeman drones, a terribly matter-of-fact drone. Another raid on a suspected flat. Routine, routine. Evil has its eternal root in the cities. A tireless Satan, bored with the monotony of his rôle; a tireless Justice, bored with the routine of tears and pleadings, lies and guilt. There is no story in all this.

The role of boredom in human history is underrated.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

Today was slow, so far. The thumb sucker had been in first thing,

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness & of pain: of strength & freedom. The beauty of disappointment & never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, & everlasting beauty of monotony.

La variété, c'est la vie, l'uniformité, c'est la mort." [ De l'esprit de conquête et de l'usurpation dans leur rapports avec la civilisation européenne (1914)]

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

I'm really boring when I'm on the road. I go from work to the hotel and then sit and work all night.

Nothing interesting ever happens on motorways or in hotels.

He hadn't abused alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at the wall, the window blind, and the TV screen.

They were women not strong enough or smart enough to leave. Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop.

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop.

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

I guess I was getting blasé about windwhale-riding.

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

I'm a guy who never wanted to hold a steady job, because I was worried about the monotony.