Boredom Quotations Novels & Stories

I manage to change my thoughts instantly to avoid blushing . "Why do you have to be so boring?" I asked Michael. "Why can't you just stop talking?" Michael said mimicking my voice. "I don't sound like that." "Sure you don't." He said but clearly meant the opposite. I haven't been this bored since forever. "I know." Michael said suddenly. "Know what?." I asked bluntly. "If you are bored.. just think about having sex with Jace.. always works." I looked shocked. Did that mean he thought..

I force myself to chew and swallow anyway. This is the exact kind of dinner I used to spend my last savings on just to snap one picture and post it like some influencer. I would get maybe ten pitiful likes and one comment. Now it sits right in front of me and I can barely enjoy any of it. Boredom starts creeping in after a while. The silence feels heavy. I glance around to make sure no one is watching, then slip my phone out of my pocket. Just for a minute. I open my favorite funny videos and turn the volume low. A silly cat video pops up and I smile. Then another one makes me laugh softly under my breath. For a few seconds I forget exactly where I am. The knot in my stomach loosens just a l

I've done it before, but it's boring. He carried on working and since I had decided to be a bit forward, I had finished all of my work for today...great work Lotus! I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to my desk, I took out my phone and plugged in my earphones. I shuffled my playlist, the first song sucked so I pressed next until one that seemed okay enough came up. - Hi Tiff! T: Hey girl, wassup? - I'm bored. Antonio has got me practising the beauty of 'silence'.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

It was hard to think, let alone remember the pattern of moss on a particular stone. I looked at the faceless figure, at the bland void it represented, and felt a hot, pure spike of my oldest, most reliable emotion: utter, profound annoyance. “Oh, give it a REST!” I yelled, not weaving my words into the cantata, but just shouting at the sky. “You’re so boring! You’re a beige wall! You’re unseasoned porridge in a universe of spice! You want simple? I’ll give you simple! THIS IS STUPID! THIS IS LOUD! AND I AM NOT FINISHED!”

Do I need refreshing? I took out my cell phone and chose to call Lesley, "hello?" I say. Lesley sound like eating something when she answered my phone, "Yeah, what's up, dude?" replied Lesley. I tell the feeling of boredom that I'm currently feeling "huh? You been married and still bored? What do you want to do. Hey, the weather looks like it's on. Cool breeze and cloudy nights. Why don't you and Noah just do that," said Lesley

There was a sullenness in her voice. "Do you want to swim, sister? " I replied, smiling at my sister to make her laugh. "So.. are you still joking there? " She's voice had a melody of softness. She just laughed when she saw that it was blown away. "I'm sorry sister, I'm just really bored here at home. I'm always left here. It's boring! I've read all the books.. I've even watched the movie, I can suffocate! I don't have anything else to do every day like that all the time. " She complained, It's good that sister can get out of the house. But I'm not, hays.. why do I feel like this now. I used to be content with what was in the house, but now her mood is changing. It seems boring.

The deserted sidewalks she’d jogged on only that morning were now packed with pedestrians, corporate types and students on their way to another day of drudgery, depending on what their faces, pinched or otherwise indicated. As Camille joined the masses, becoming just another faceless stranger in the crush of bodies, she pondered on a Machiavelli quote she sometimes turned to when she did not want to think about work, or family, or anything really. Make no small plans for they have no power to stir the soul.

After lunch, I sat on one of the tall barstools near the kitchen island. My chin rested in my palm as I stared at Aldo, who stood stiffly in the corner like a dead-eyed statue carved from boredom and body armor. I let out a dramatic sigh, loud enough to pierce whatever brain he had behind that blank face. “I’m bored.” No reaction. No blink. No flinch. I rolled my eyes. “I. Am. Bored. Did you hear me? BORED.”

I only hoped that we didn't lose our sanity from boredom before we knew where he was. John glanced at me. "What next?" I sighed. I didn't know as myself. Maybe I should let my brothers get familiar with the boredom that they were about to become friends. The earlier we get exposed to it, the better adapted to it we would be. "Should we go back home?" I offered. Jack snorted. "Why would I want to go home now? Being at home without nothing to do drives me crazy." John nodded, seconding his opinion. "He is right, Quinn. We can't keep sleeping or pressing our phones."