#boredom

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains. ↗

— Coco Chanel

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As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom. ↗

— Coco Chanel

#boredom #die #foot #man #set

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#kingdom #legitimate #philanthropic

Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

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In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice. ↗

— Richard Bach

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For boredom speaks the language of time, and it is to teach you the most valuable lesson of your life - the lesson of your utter insignificance. ↗

— Joseph Brodsky

#insignificance #language #lesson #life #most

Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom? ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

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I fear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#chances #comes #fear #i #learning

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities. ↗

— Saul Bellow

#boredom #fulfillment #change

Those diversions sparked her life with momentary excitement. Without them, Charis felt she would be driven mad by the unrelenting sameness of life in the palace. Now and again she imagined that she would like to run away, to disguise herself and travel the tumbled hills, to see life among the simple herdsmen and their families; or perhaps she would take a boat and sail the coasts, visiting tiny, sun-baked fishing villages and learning the rhythm of the sea. Unfortunately, making good either of those plans would mean taking action, and the only thing more palpable than the boredom she endured was the inertia that enclosed her like a massive fist. The weighty impossibility of changing her life in any but the most insignificant detail insured that she would not try. She sighed again and returned to the corridor, pausing to pick a sunshade from a nearby bush, idly plucking the delicate yellow petals and dropping them one by one, like days, fluttering from her hand. (pg.16., chapter 1, Taliesin) ↗

— Stephen R. Lawhead

#change