Quotes About Monotony

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore.

Topographically the country is magnificent -- and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak.

I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old.

Again minute followed minute and hour followed hour. Everything remained the same and there was no cessation. And the inevitable end of it all became more and more terrible. "Yes,

The same talk, the same thoughts, and always about the same things! And they are all satisfied and confident that it should be so, and will go on living like that till they die.

Sie waren in einen Irrgarten immergrüner Hecken eingetaucht, und hinter jeder Hecke wartete eine Ecke, wartete eine Ecke, wartete eine Ecke, und dann noch eine Hecke. Nichts als Ecken und Hecken. Unnatürlich.

It was Spam, but everyone was too tired to complain.

There's nothing more frightening than a day job.

Atunci când tr?ieÅŸti, nu se întâmpl? nimic. Decorul se schimb?, oamenii intr? sau ies, asta e totul. Începuturi nu exist? niciodat?. Zilele se adaug? la alte zile f?r? rim? ÅŸi f?r? motiv, e o adiÅ£iune interminabil? ÅŸi monotona. Nici sfârÅŸit nu exist?; nimeni nu p?r?seÅŸte vreodat? o femeie, un prieten, un oraÅŸ dintr-o dat?.

A vague procession of towns all exactly alike, a vague procession of men also exactly alike. One can drift like that for a long time, she found, carefully hiding the fact that this wasn't what one had expected of life. Not in the very least.

The dead are on their way to work, grey limbs rubbing together in an open grave, stack on stack in the metal containers of car, tube and train. The grisly carriages are painted bright colors, guillotine colors of tumbril and blade, execution-bright. Each man and woman goes to their particular scaffold, kneels, and is killed day after day. Each collects their severed head and catches the train home. Some say that they enjoy their work.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content.

Presupun c? numai din lene lumea e aceea?i de la o zi la alta.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

To make dictionaries is dull work.

The Cul-de-Sac ( French for "dead end" ) ... is a situation where you work and work and work and nothing much changes

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

I can't imagine saying the same joke for three hours. I don't know how that would work.

I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the board.

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.

Partitions and cubicles can be oppressive. They are so boring.

The idea of eating one kind of food day in and day out, for some, is sometimes the only option.

There's nothing sexy about Orange County.