#idleness

A conclusion I’ve come to at the Idler is that it starts with retreating from work but it’s really about making work into something that isn’t drudgery and slavery, and then work and life can become one thing. ↗

— Tom Hodgkinson

#living #life

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#kisses #like #must #stolen #sweet

Idleness is an appendix to nobility. ↗

— Robert Burton

#idleness #nobility

To be idle and to be poor have always been reproaches, and therefore every man endeavors with his utmost care to hide his poverty from others, and his idleness from himself. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#been #care #endeavors #every #every man

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#dreams #expectancy #hope #idleness #life

Idleness does drive me crazy, but I'd rather read or write than do anything just to work. A kind of respect has been instilled in me for acting: I love it too much to ever have a bad relationship with it. ↗

— Karen Allen

#anything #bad #been #crazy #does

The art of living is the art of bringing dreams and reality together. ↗

— Tom Hodgkinson

#idleness #art

It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness. ↗

— George Borrow

#been #dreary #escape #idleness #itself

Research! A mere excuse for idleness; it has never achieved, and will never achieve any results of the slightest value. ↗

— Benjamin Jowett

#achieved #any #excuse #idleness #mere

Ivanov: I am a bad, pathetic and worthless individual. One needs to be pathetic, too, worn out and drained by drink, like Pasha, to be still fond of me and to respect me. My God, how I despise myself! I so deeply loathe my voice, my walk, my hands, these clothes, my thoughts. Well, isn't that funny, isn't that shocking? Less than a year ago I was healthy and strong, I was cheerful, tireless, passionate, I worked with these very hands, I could speak to move even Philistines to tears, I could cry when I saw grief, I became indignant when I encountered evil. I knew inspiration, I knew the charm and poetry of quiet nights when from dusk to dawn you sit at your desk or indulge you mind with dreams. I believed, I looked into the future as into the eyes of my own mother... And now, my God, I am exhausted, I do not believe, I spend my days and nights in idleness. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#idleness #pathetic #dreams