Quotes About Monotony

The secret of being boring is to say everything.

The way to become boring is to say everything.

All art is, indeed, a monotony in external things for the sake of an interior variety, a sacrifice of gross effects to subtle effects, an asceticism of the imagination.

Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.

The West is boring itself to death! And talking itself to death!

That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.

Routine is the death to heroism.

Repetition is the death of magic.

Il Diavolo della Piccola Città: i pettegolezzi, le gelosie, l'acrimonia, la noia, le bugie. No, i veleni provinciali non aiutano. Qui la gente si annoia, è invidiosa, la sua vita è quella che è e quella che sempre sarà, e così, senza dubitare seriamente della storia, la riferisce: al telefono, per la strada, in mensa, in aula.

Les banlieues tristes des dimanches et les lignes d'intérêt local sont un triste décor

Even the most exotic excursions can become tedious through repetition.

when we're plodding along from breakfast to bedtime in a reassuringly familiar routine.

Autumn arrived and life was in danger of becoming boring again.

I was becoming slightly bored

While some no other cause for life can give, but a dull habitude to live.

Dullness is the enemy.

He should have been nothing but exhilarated. Somehow, he merely felt tired. Bone weary with the routine of his life, the predictability of it.

Before, for me, peace could have been synonymous with boredom.

The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.

Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.

Wojna to troch? rze?nia, a troch? rutyna i nie ma co czepia? si? zanadto szczegó?ów.

my stints of employment had been eaten away by the acid of boredom, the drip-by-drip sameness of a job causing my mind to yawn and sneak off elsewhere.

The future is going to be boring. The suburbanisation of the planet will continue, and the suburbanisation of the soul will follow soon after.

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.