It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
Sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to.
A dreary censorship, and self-censorship, has been imposed on books by the centralization of the book industry.
It was post war. It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.
I had no fun. My family was too serious.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
I think other people's depression is frightfully dreary, don't you?
Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.
Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!
All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.
Vice is a dreary business. And virtue is not a lot of fun, either.
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.
It is not hard work that is dreary; it is superficial work.
I like guitar sounds to be a little somber.
… the same dreary barrenness day after day. The same naked waste. I have never seen anything which impressed so strongly on my mind a feeling of desolation.
I drank a lot, but I wouldn't have missed it. I look back on it as sort of dreary enjoyment, because I don't have to be there anymore.
For a 12-year-old with a hyperactive imagination who liked to dream of dreary gothic castles, suburban Florida felt a little stifling.
I lead a very boring life.
The Grand Duke never entered my room except for the purpose of pacing up and down it, talking to me of matters which, no doubt, interested him, but had no interest whatever for me …. when he left me, it was a delightful relief to turn even to the most tedious book
She replaced her husband as the ruler of Russia.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.
I love bleak things.
Talk about God can become dreary and lackluster if God isn't in you.
