Quotes About Monotony

Nothing. Nothing but a great, amiable boredom.

Sameness is a fearsome thing.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

The stone bench is gray. The grass is gray. My life is dirty gray

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuos stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

It was a day like a thousand others, she said. It had begun with caffeine and ended in a desire to slam her head into the drawer of her desk.

For me, habit is just a synonym for death.

El absurdo es que no parezca un absurdo. El absurdo es que salgas por la mañana a la puerta y encuentres la botella de leche en el umbral y te quedes tan tranquilo porque ayer te pasó lo mismo y mañana te volverá a pasar. Es ese estancamiento, ese así sea, esa sospechosa carencia de excepciones...

La tarea de ablandar el ladrillo todos los días, la tarea de abrirse paso en la masa pegajosa que se proclama mundo, cada mañana topar con el paralelepípedo de nombre repugnante, con la satisfacción perruna de que todo esté en su sitio, la misma mujer al lado, los mismos zapatos, el mismo sabor de la misma pasta dentífrica, la misma tristeza de las casas de enfrente, del sucio tablero de ventanas de tiempo con su letrero «Hotel de Belgique».

boredom was as exhausting as backbreaking labor.

I hate doing interviews. I get really bored talking about me.

The jogging machine makes me go insane with boredom.

A man would die, though he were neither valiant, nor miserable, only upon a weariness to do the same thing so oft, over and over.

Nature is unfair? So much the better, inequality is the only bearable thing, the monotony of equality can only lead us to boredom

The future is a monotonous instrument.

gluttony. Six weeks I have been at sea, and every wave looking just like the one before, in wet procession.

She didn't bother to understand it all; it was history --boring boring boring.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

My hometown was so dull that one time the tide went out and never came back.

Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or two might flutter down, and scratch against the bark of trunk or boughs with a crackling papery rustle.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness.

Undoubtedly the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dulness. I

He has no time to be anything but a machine. How