#boredom

Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror. ↗

— Al Boliska

#airline #boredom #hours #interrupted #moments

The boredom occasioned by too much restraint is always preferable to that produced by an uncontrolled enthusiasm for a pointless variety. ↗

— Osbert Lancaster

#boredom #enthusiasm #much #occasioned #pointless

If you get bored with the person you married for love, there's something wrong with you - not with that person. ↗

— Shahrukh Rafi Khan

#love #marriage #love

The chief product of an automated society is a widespread and deepening sense of boredom. ↗

— C. Northcote Parkinson

#boredom #chief #deepening #product #sense

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die. ↗

— Michel Houellebecq

#death #inspirational #life #misery #death

She pauses several treads from the bottom, listening, waiting; she is again possessed (it seems to be getting worse) by a dream-like feeling, as if she is standing in the wings, about to go onstage and perform in a play for which she is not appropriately dressed, and for which she has not adequately rehearsed. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#domestic-life #loved-ones #numb-depression #preparation-to-face-the-day #putting-on-an-act

There are six reasons anyone does anything: Love. Faith. Greed. Boredom. Fear..." he said, ticking them off on his fingers; but he lingered on the last, drawing a deep breath before he said, "Revenge. ↗

— Ally Carter

#faith #fear #greed #joe-solomon #love

Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom. ↗

— Voltaire

#life #meaning #misery #life

Lying is not a sin, since there has never been a law-maker or philosopher who could determine what truth is. I lie for the fun of it. I lie for the fear of the gravity of life. I lie out of boredom. How can anyone who has more fantasy than the Catholic evening paper get by without lying? ↗

— Iwan Goll

#truth-boredom #life

The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#personae #poem #poetry #boredom