Blaise Pascal Quotes

Nothing is so insufferable to man as to be completely at rest, without passions, without business, without diversion, without study. He then feels his nothingness, his forlornness, his insufficiency, his dependence, his weakness, his emptiness. There will immediately arise from the depth of his heart weariness, gloom, sadness, fretfulness, vexation, despair.

There is nothing so insupportable to man as to be in entire repose, without passion, occupation, amusement, or application. Then it is that he feels his own nothingness, isolation, insignificance, dependent nature, powerless, emptiness. Immediately there issue from his soul ennui, sadness, chagrin, vexation, despair.

My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.

Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one's deficiencies.

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

To be lost in spiritlessness is the most terrible thing of all.

I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.

Man finds nothing so intolerable as to be in a state of complete rest, without passions, without occupation, without diversion, without effort. Then he feels his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy, dependence, helplessness, emptiness.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

I wonder if anyone will ever know the emptiness of my life. Personal Diary -- Last entry Oh whats the point?

I am so fed up and joyless that not only have I nothing to fill my soul, I cannot even conceive of anything that could possibly satisfy it - alas, not even the bliss of heaven.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

The gloomy and the resentful are always found among those who have nothing to do or who do nothing.

The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.

I just can't imagine not having something to do.

Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest, without a passion, without business, without entertainment, without care.

The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.

When I'm not creating something, I get bored; I despair.

You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with myself feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.