To live a life half dead, a living death.
I am very aware of the boring life of Sacramento.
I live a very boring life.
If the individual is a unit in a corporate mass, his life is not merely brutish and short, but dull and mechanical.
We all strive for safety, prosperity, comfort, long life, and dullness.
My life is too mundane for anyone to write up.
Every day for me is the same.
Life is short, and we are dull, and eternal things are necessary, and the souls that depend on our teaching are precious.
Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
Some men like a dull life - they like the routine of eating breakfast, going to work, coming home, petting the dog, watching TV, kissing the kids, and going to bed. Stay clear of it - it's often catching.
Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.
I live a very dull life here... indeed I think I am more like a state prisoner than anything else.
I had a very boring life, which is fine. I like being boring.
There are those who wake up each morning to conquer the day, and then there are those of us who wake up only because we have to. We live in the shadow of every neighborhood. We own little corner stores, live in run-down apartments that get too little light, and walk the same streets day after day. We spend our afternoons gazing lazily out of windows. Somnambulists, all of us. Someone else said it better: we wake to sleep and sleep to wake.
Life was like a batch of biscuits without the baking powder: flat, flat, flat.
We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.
Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.
