Boring people are a reflection of boring people.
Want and boredom are indeed the twin poles of human life.
If the world is a progressively realized community of interpretation, then either quadruplictity will drink procrastination or, provided that the nothing negates, boredom will ensue seldom more often than frequently.
Life is never boring, but some people choose to be bored.
Discussing how old you are is the temple of boredom.
You ought not to be ashamed of being bored. What you ought to be ashamed of is being boring.
Boredom and fear keep us working and obeying the laws.
I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.
There are six reasons anyone does anything: Love. Faith. Greed. Boredom. Fear. . . " he said, ticking them off on his fingers; but he lingered on the last, drawing a deep breath before he said, "Revenge.
He doesn't have demons. He's not Batman, he doesn't struggle with inner turmoil. The nature of this character is that he puts himself last and helps the common good. So he could easily slip into a world of boredom, The blessing and curse of Captain America is that he doesn't have that fancy an ability. He doesn't live in another world, or turn green. He doesn't have bells and whistles, he doesn't shoot missiles. He punches and kicks.
The projectors in the theater practically shut down with boredom
I always think boredom is to some extent the fault of the bored.
We choose mania over boredom every time.
I suspect that the peer-review system carries a good part of blame for the fact that something like sixty percent or more of journal articles are never quoted (which means leaving no trace on our joint scholarly pursuits), and (in my reception at any rate) the "learned journals" (with a few miraculous exceptions that entail, prominently, TCS) ooze monumental boredom.
If I were well behaved, I'd die of boredom.
There are people who think death a fate worse than boredom.
Boredom lies only with the traveler's limited perception and his failure to explore deeply enough. After a while, I found my perception limited.
This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
The devil's name is dullness.
Everyone rushes his life on, and suffers from a yearning for the future and a boredom with the present. But that man who devotes every hour to his own needs, who plans every day as if it were his last, neither longs for nor fears tomorrow.