#idleness

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

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Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ↗

— John Lubbock

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Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish. ↗

— Francois Rabelais

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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

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Boredom was at the root of Lazare's unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the muddy water of a poisoned spring. He was bored with leisure, with work, with himself even more than with others. Meanwhile he blamed his own idleness for it, he ended by being ashamed of it. ↗

— Émile Zola

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Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination: never put off till tomorrow what you can do today. ↗

— Lord Chesterfield

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We cannot afford idleness, waste or inefficiency. ↗

— Eamon de Valera

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What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust's reply was 'To be separated from Mama.') I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be distinguished from the highest pitch of anguish. In the lower depths come enforced idleness, sexual boredom, and/or impotence. At the highest pitch, the death of a friend or even the fear of the death of a child. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

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Hotel My room's shaped like a cage the sun Put his arm right through the window But I who wish to smoke and dream Use it to light my cigarette I don't want to work I want to smoke ↗

— Apollinaire

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