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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


#idleness #zola #life

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


Tom Hodgkinson


#idleness #art

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

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


#every #idleness #know #laziness #moment

It's heartbreaking to see so many people trapped in a web of enforced idleness, deep debt, and gnawing self-doubt.


William J. Clinton


#deep #enforced #gnawing #heartbreaking #idleness

But most of all, as summer slanted to an end, he was learning to love idleness, idleness no longer as stretches of freedom reclaimed by stealth here and there from involuntary labour, surreptitious thefts to be enjoyed sitting on his heels before a flowerbed with the fork dangling from his fingers, but as a yielding up of himself to time, to a time flowing slowly like oil from horizon to horizon over the face of the world, washing over his body, circulating in his armpits and his groin, stirring his eyelids. He was neither pleased nor displeased when there was work to do; it was all the same. He could lie all afternoon with his eyes open, staring at the corrugations in the roof-iron and the tracings of rust; his mind would not wander, he would see nothing but the iron, the lines would not transform themselves into pattern or fantasy; he was himself, lying in his own house, the rust was merely rust, all that was moving was time, bearing him onward in its flow.


J.M. Coetzee


#time #freedom






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