Weekend Blues Quotes

Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody.

I hate weekends because there is no stock market.

Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I'm a man of simple pleasures, really.

The only reason I get out of bed at all on weekends is because eventually I can't stand the taste of my own breath any more.

Oh, God, I'm so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don't care. I've got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave.

I hate Sunday, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. But I'm going to try.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week.

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

I hate Sunday, I can't wait for Monday so I can go back to work again.

I like working all the time. I hate taking breaks. I don't like the weekends.

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.