Quotes About Monotony

herself for such a place—something between a sweat shop and a mortuary. Instead, she caught

So much of life consists of inertia and drift, the brief savory or sour of any particular day tends to blur into the next so that it all becomes one big flavorless wad.

Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless and infinite. Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility. When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation of a sleepless man waiting for dawn which only comes when the importance of it's coming is lost. You fly forever, weary with an invariable scene, and when you are at last released from its monotony, you remember nothing of it because there was nothing there.

Boredom, like hookworm, is endemic.

The days that marked the war went on like the ticking of a clock that had no face and showed no time.

When we get in a routine we can become zombie-like and shut down.

Boredom or being sick of what you've done before is a big part of being in a band.

Whatever your favorite food is, if you eat it every day for a month, you're going to get sick of it.

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

If you try to nibble away the monotony of a dull half hour, it's important to try stimulating your brain in a different way. When you do something new, you actually change your brain chemistry. Sensations and experiences you've never encountered before create new neural pathways.

Por lo menos su vida no fue otra cosa que la repetición de actos tan idénticos, tan sabidos de memoria, que se hacían imposibles de comprender.

Routines are unyielding. They take hold like lice.

I'd thought I had a boring life before I came to Camp Pinetree--now I was sure of it. Worse yet, I was discovering it was even more boring than I'd ever suspected!

Odiava i giorni monotoni che non le portavano nessuna emozione, che scorrevano per lei come per tutti gli altri. Ella si sentiva fatta in un modo diverso dal comune, si sentiva destinata a qualche cosa di alto e di grande. Chi aveva un cuore come il suo? Chi poteva comprenderla?

I grew up in the suburbs and basically associate the suburbs with cultural death.

Religious meditation, when set up as an end, not as an exercise towards an end, can issue only with all the more highly gifted minds in transcendental reverie, but with the great majority in devout torpor and pious monotony.

Modern man has a need for simplification that tends to find its expression one way or another. And this artificial monotony which he takes pains to create, this monotony which is slowly taking over the world, this monotony is the sign of our greatness. It bears the mark of a certain will-power, the will to utility; it is the expression of utility, a law that governs all our modern activity: the Law of Utility.

You are what you do. If you do boring, stupid monotonous work, chances are you'll end up boring, stupid and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creeping cretinization all around us than even such significant moronizing mechanisms as television and education.

There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagrarian Eastern travellers, glancing from car-windows, shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying caparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without.

Even here, out in the supposed sticks, the strip malls dominated. There were all the customary mega-stores—the Chef Central, the Home Depot, the Old Navy—the country uniting in bloated monotony. The

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring. Go figure. For me, I might have the leisure to be bored, but not to grow tired of something. Most people can't distinguish between the two.

It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch.

but I was not, in the true sense of the word, alive. I simply performed the mundane tasks that were handed to me, one after another

Killing time is not an easy job