Quotes About Monotony

Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.

I can talk for a long time only when it's about something boring.

We welcome almost any break in the monotony of things, and a man has only to murder a series of wives in a new way to become known to millions of people who have never heard of Homer.

Everyday starts as a repetition of the previous day & ends so with the hope that tomorrow will be no different.

for life: a cycle and a circle, all at once. Not much of anything happens in most lives from day to day. And most people take for granted how pleasant that silence and routine can be in the scope of what could happen—as Nelson was about to learn. It's not until a person's world blows up in front of his very face that he yearns for the return of that subtle boredom and monotonous sameness that everyday life offers. As Nelson

S?radan insan uygarl???n lanetidir.

He had blown the trumpet for so long that no one heard it anymore.

Francis, however, was tired and bored. He kept yawning and wanted to retire to his chamber before the end of the meal.

When your job's to make sure nothing ever happens," he'd once heard, "you begin to see nothing happening

There was nothing even faintly exciting about this work; it was pure tedium, and pure boredom. And yet every step involved contact with something that could kill, and every step involved passion.

Orthodox chanting is non-emotional, it's very monotone.

so I don't fucking kill myself of boredom

Let us then understand at once that change or variety is as much a necessity to the human heart and brain in buildings as in books; that there is no merit, though there is some occasional use, in monotony; and that we must no more expect to derive either pleasure or profit from an architecture whose ornaments are of one pattern, and whose pillars are of one proportion, than we should of a universe in which the clouds were all of one shape, and the trees all of one shape.

We must see that there is a sublimity and majesty in monotony, when there is not a frequent or rapid variation. This is true throughout all nature. The greater part of the sublimity of the sea depends on its monotony. So also that of desolate moor and mountain scenery; and especially the sublimity of motion.So also there is sublimity in darkness when there is no light.

If the pleasure of change is too often repeated, it ceases to be delightful, for the change itself becomes monotonous, and we are driven to seek delight in extreme and fantastic degrees of it. This is the diseased love of change that brought the end of the gothic school.

It is not that the noble nature loves monotony, any more than it loves darkness or pain. But it can bear with it, and receive a high pleasure in the endurance or patience, a pleasure necessary to the well-being of this world; while those who will not submit to the temporary sameness, but rush from one change to another, gradually dull the edge of change itself, and bring a shadow and weariness over the whole world from which there is no more escape.

When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.

It is a hard thing to live any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

Isn't it funny, my two pet horrors, incapacity and ledgers and they both hit at once. I write columns of figures in big ledgers and after about three hours of it I am so stupefied that I can't get down to my own work. I can see very readily how office workers get the way they are. There is something soddenly hypnotic about the columns of figures.

A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.

If I see another game that involves a kidnapped princess, queen, king or other royal family member, I'll scream. In the same vein, I think the karate genre has been done to death.

My greatest fear: repetition.

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

Nothing is more tedious than the dreaming platitude.