Quotes About Monotony

The generation into which I was born was tedious.

My earnest hope is that the entire remainder of my existence will be one round of unruffled monotony.

I create things out of boredom with reality and with the sameness of routine and objects around me.

From the age of 17 I was a pin-up girl. I did it for 30 years and, quite frankly, it gets a bit boring.

There is a vast world of work out there in this country, where at least 111 million people are employed in this country alone - many of whom are bored out of their minds. All day long.

One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours—all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.

She thought of them, woolly, shapeless; savage, petulant, spoiled, the flatulent monotony of their sheltered lives snatched up without warning by an incomprehensible moment of terror and fear of bodily annihilation at the very hands which symbolised by ordinary the licensed tranquillity of their lives.

I don't like the climate, the people, their way of life. Nothing ever happens and then one morning you wake up and find that you are 65.

The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality a little from right to left, as though we had reached the place where the motion of the wasted world accelerates just before the final precipice.

Here's a wagon that's going a piece of the way. It will take you that far; backrolling now behind her a long monotonous succession of peaceful and undeviating changes from day to dark and dark to day again, through which she advanced in identical and anonymous and deliberate wagons as though through a succession of creakwheeled and limpeared avatars, like something moving forever and without progress across an urn.

In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world. One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours — all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.

ÎnÈ›elese deodat? plictiseala acestei vieÈ›i unde fiecare poteca era o improvizaÈ›ie, iar o buna parte din viata diurna È›i-o petreceai urm?rindu-È›i piciorele

History is only a tiresome repetition of one story.

Standing there on his new perch, Sham was overwhelmingly bored of feeling overwhelmed. The more he worked, he realized, the quicker he worked.

The most awful thing about power is not that it corrupts absolutely but that it makes people so utterly boring, so predictable.

Even the most startling adventure, sooner or later, must become routine.

Her life was one endless loop that she raced around, with steep banked curves so she could never change or slow down. It just delivered her back to herself, over and over and over.

Der reine Hohn. Niemand kümmert sich um sie. Die sich lange kennen, sind begierig, ihre immer gleichen Gespräche fortzuführen und interessieren sich nur oberflächlich für die Angelegenheiten eines Fremden.

I have a fear of being boring.

and generally acquainted yourself with how tedious normal life is...

Some men like a dull life - they like the routine of eating breakfast, going to work, coming home, petting the dog, watching TV, kissing the kids, and going to bed. Stay clear of it - it's often catching.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy

People can have the Model T in any colour--so long as it's black.

here is nothing to see, however, and not a soul to meet. You might walk for twenty miles along this track without being able to fix a point in your mind, unless you are a bushman. This is because of the everlasting, maddening sameness of the stunted trees - that monotony which makes a man long to break away and travel as far as trains can go, and sail as far as ship can sail - and farther.