Boredom Quotations Novels & Stories

he defended. “Keep lying to yourself after all that’s what you are good at. So tell me how bored are you because it’s only when you are bored you come here?” He pointed at himself with his index finger. “Bored? Who told you that I am bored and that’s why I’m here?” He asked.

Maybe going out of the room will lessen my boredom. “Just tell me if you're bored; I could accompany you,” he said. I stopped eating for a moment. Could he read my mind? How did he know I was thinking about that? “I’m just saying, I know you're really bored staying in the room. I could accompany you. Maybe we could go to the beach? If that's okay with you,” he offered. I had been here the whole day doing nothing, and no one knew how boring staying in the same room doing nothing was.

Sure, I love a relaxing day as much as the next person, but when it’s forced upon me, and I get no say in what I do, I can’t stand it. The quiet throughout the house besides the voices coming from whatever TV show I threw on is growing increasingly more unnerving. My gaze sweeps across the duvet to the book on the bedside table, bookmark nestled between the pages. Not even reading a new bestseller has diminshed any of the boredom I’m experiencing. No amount of distractions has helped me to relax.

This is truly penalizing. "Fine. The two of you are sitting. Do whatever kids do and don't disturb me for the next three hours." "What if we get bored?" Mason chirps, licking the cream off. "Don't let it affect me, un-bore yourself." "What if the way to relieve our boredom involves you?" Madison answers. "Make it un-involve me!" Frustration filled my chest as I raised my tone. "You sound grumpy. Is it because you live alone?"

SNOW'S POV If boredom could kill I was pretty sure it would have taken my life by now,I was so damn bored,there was nothing to do here,except see the same old faces and sleep. I was tired of it,the gym was the only place I know I haven't gotten tired of but still there were morons who were always there when I went to exercise…. I was fed up with their acts but I had to endure it. Since the boss told us we had to lay low for a while I had nothing to do.

"Why would I get bored with you there?" EXTRA: Famous last words: Aiden: Why would I get bored with you there? 1 hour later Aiden: I have regrets ಠ_ಠ. Why does nothing ever go as fucking planned? T^T

I can only, as ever, hope for the prospect of a first-rate case. Boredom, Miss Matiwane, is drudgery. I beg you to stem its flow. I’ve said that heat loosens all vices; but now I must contradict myself, for it is not so. Boredom is the cruelest of quadruped beasts that dogs my every step; ever it drives me from its grasping claws. My mind is relentless. I do not say this from self-importance; there is no false humility that could ever make its home in my breast. No: I say it as an immutable truth. I am driven to the brink of madness, time and again. And it is then, Miss Matiwane, that my unclean habit tempts me. Ever it beckons, and I have not always the strength to resist. I do not ask you

I couldn't even eat out of boredom because of how full I was. I gave a frustrated sigh and threw myself on the bed. God, why did I feel so bored? I wasn’t lying before when I told Victor I was more of a homebody. It wasn’t like I actually wanted to go out and do something. So why couldn’t I find something to do here?

“Someone wants to look good on Friday. That will happen. You are not riding with me. You will have an entourage.” Laughter spilled out. His followed. “No jokes. This is serious. They will choke.” “How would they?” came out lightly. A shrug. “Getting bored lately. Then it hit me.” “What?” The bed bounced as we both fell back. Almost flew off. Lightness had its downside. “Never been to a library.” “Same,” slipped out without thinking. “Not today.” “No, not today.” Laughter echoed again. Silence followed. Then his voice. “Ask me something. I am bored.”

I asked, my tone laced with a hint of teasing. Nathan's emerald eyes sparkled with frustration as he flopped down onto the couch. "No, my tiredness is not out of exhaustion but lack of activities. This town is a wasteland, nothing to do. No fun at all, I am bored to death." His voice was laced with boredom, and he let out a dramatic sigh, as if to emphasize his point. I smiled softly, my piercing sapphire eyes crinkling at the corners. "Why don't you read one of these books? It's quite enlightening," I suggested, holding up the book I had been reading.