Homey don't quit. What else are you gonna do? It's like those guys in the cartoon they get up in the morning, check the clock and fight all day and after it's over they check the clock and go home. That's how it goes.
I grew up in such a featureless, personality-less suburb. There was nothing to push against.
I live a very boring life.
Tennis players go into a press conference, and almost every one of them is the same. We do very little differently on a day-to-day basis.
I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life
My life is one demd horrid grind.
My days are straight out of the movie Groundhog Day.
Routines can be a rut.
Boredom is nothing but the experience of a paralysis of our productive powers and the sense of unaliveness. Among the evils of life, there are few which are as painful as boredom, and consequently every attempt is made to avoid it.
Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.
The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.
The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.
Once you live in New York, you can't live anywhere else. Living in Paris is like going in slow motion. It's so bourgeois. I get so bored.
To me, the idea of living this lifestyle is so boring that I would prefer to read Marcel Proust the whole time during a tour.
Where life is colorful and varied, religion can be austere or unimportant. Where life is appallingly monotonous, religion must be emotional, dramatic and intense. Without the curry, boiled rice can be very dull.
That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...
Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one's deficiencies.
There is nothing more gray, stultifying, or dreary than life lived inside the confines of a theory.
Monotony and repetition are characteristic of many parts of life, but these do not become sources of conscious discomfort until novelty and entertainment are built up as positive experiences.
I don't feel like my life is that of a superstar! Every day I wake up, I take the train, I go to my ballet class. My everyday life is pretty normal.
Life without passion would be a dull wasteland of neutrality, cut off and isolated from the richness of life itself.
So many of us live our lives on autopilot. We wake up, go to work, have dinner, go to sleep... repeat.
