Quotes About Monotony

He imagined that the clock's second hand possessed awareness and knew that it was a second hand and that its job was to around and around inside a circle of numbers forever at the same slow unvarying machinelike rate...

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

The rain, it raineth every day.

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

What was it all for? Furlong wondered. The work and the constant worry. Getting up in the dark and going to the yard, making the deliveries, one after another, the whole day long, then coming home in the dark and trying to wash the black off himself and sitting into a dinner at the table and falling asleep before waking in the dark to meet a version of the same thing, yet again. Might things never change or develop into something else, or new?

What was it all for? Furlong wondered. The work and the constant worry. Getting up in the dark and going to the yard, making deliveries, one after another, the whole day long, then coming home in the dark and trying to wash the black off himself and sitting into a dinner at the table and falling asleep before waking in the dark to meet a version of the same thing, yet again. Might things never change or develop into something else, or new?

I cannot stand repetition: routine divides me from potential novelties within my reach.

Twelve years weigh on a person like pounds of lead. The days melt into one another, merge to form one whole block, a big anchor. And the person is lost.

Civilizar minha vida é expulsar-me de mim. O que me mata é o cotidiano. Eu queria só exceções. Estou perdida: eu não tenho hábitos.

It was the loud monotony of an eternity that breathes. That terrified me. The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

E eu não fora grande bastante: só os grandes amam a monotonia.

Here is a book so dull that a whirling dervish could read himself to sleep with it. If you were to recite even a single page in the open air, birds would fall out of the sky and dogs drop dead.

Any critic who complains about the monotony of what he is being paid to look at is really complaining about the condition of his own soul.

There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.

Curious how people can go on doing the same thing day after day!

a year and an instant is equivalent in a monotonous life

A year and an instant are equivalent in a monotonous life.

life's work over, rural ennui stretching ahead: a procession of days, Sunday to Sunday, all without shape.

Without their regular feasts, the faithful are unstrung from the calendar, awash in a sea of days that are all the same.

Everything was boring. Everything was fine.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

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

The rout, that dreary review of fashionable fineries, that parade of well-dressed self-infatuations, is one of those English inventions currently mechanifying the other nations. England seems determined to see the entire world bored just as she is, and just as bored as she.