Quotes Boredom Novels & Stories

I replied disappointedly. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but lately I feel like I’m losing interest in sex. Yes, I’m not exactly lacking in it, but it feels like my body isn’t satisfied. Like it’s searching for something I can’t explain. “You’re unbelievable, Theo. You didn’t enjoy that? She could barely move or breathe because of you earlier. Even the people at the next table and those who’s passing by looked like they wanted to join in,” he commented.

A feeling of Déjà vu rushed through him. "I haven't had sex in awhile," Alex blurted. Josh opened his eyes and looked at him. "You have said that before Ale-" "And I do masturbate a lot-" "Alex, again, why are you telling me this?" "Because I'm bored, and when I'm bored I like spilling my thoughts to the outside world, I told you that before," he said not looking at Josh but staring straight ahead. "Ah geez," Josh sighed and looked away.

Valerie's POV Netflixing for over two hours with a bowl of tasteless popcorn, I sigh deeply and take the phone and the cone of popcorn away. I am bored despite the movie. I have lost interest in almost everything and nothing seems to kill the boredom. Not even the popcorn. Maybe it's because it is tasteless. I am beginning to feel sick out of boredom. At first, I thought it was because I was in my room so I came over to Ryan's room so I could at least feel his presence but that only worked for a while because I am now dead bored.

Ghost Boredom is a dangerous thing for me. It creeps in like a shadow, curling around my mind, whispering temptations I’m too eager to entertain. And when I get bored, I do stupid, reckless shit—shit that usually comes back to bite me the next day. I should probably reign it in tonight. Probably. If only probably was a year, it's not which means tonight is going to be as wild as the other nights when I'm bored out of my damn mind.

Just Jasper. “You wanted to kiss me.” I roll my eyes, desperate to lighten the tension. “Don’t make me say it again. Your ego is already unbearable.” The corner of his mouth lifts. But it disappears almost instantly. “You’re right about one thing.” “What?” “I get bored.” I stiffen. Jasper notices. “Usually very quickly.” “That’s reassuring.” “I’m not finished.” His gaze holds mine. “I get bored because people are predictable. They want something from me. Power. Status. A story to tell their friends the next morning.” I don’t say anything.

Lily's POV An alarm that shrieked at 6:00 a.m. like it had a personal vendetta against her peace. A five-minute internal argument about quitting life and becoming a houseplant. A cold shower that attacked her like it had been waiting all night to do exactly that. And finally the ritual. A silent, desperate plea to the universe. Please. Not a bad mood today. Not even a good one. Just… neutral. Neutral is fine. Neutral I can work with.

SLOANE Boredom is a type of punishment, the type that Chase has mastered. I was at home but it felt like I was alone. I had memorized the paint on the wall and counted every stripe of the rug. I had opened every drawer, sniffed every perfume and shirt. But nothing changed. I was tired, I had walked around over and over again. Walking from corner to corner. He said I should stay here, I am doing that, I am trying to do that.

On top of that, there was an unexplainable discomfort caused by the intense gaze of the man’s dark eyes fixed on her. Celeste pressed down on the laptop keyboard again, which brought her to the next slide. “Then there’s serotonin. Usually, it helps regulate mood, but when you’re in love or have a crush, it decreases. That’s why sometimes you become obsessed with someone, thinking about them all the time even if you don’t want to.” Marcus chuckled slightly at that. “That’s pretty relatable,” he said, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

He rewatched and replayed it all over for the past two hours before he found it boring and he wanted to do something else He let out a sigh before sitting up straight and putting his phone away. His hands were itching to run all over the place, just to find something that could satisfy his boredom. He knew Nathan’s specific orders regarding not touching anything while he was gone. However, boredom was killing him alive and he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Obviously.” “Don’t make it sound like it’s nothing. That’s insane, Theo.” “It’s necessary,” he corrects. “You don’t go into a game like this blind.” Game. Right. This is a game. Doesn’t matter if I don’t want to acknowledge it as one. I swallow and finally step closer, dropping my bag on his chair. Up close, it’s worse. There’s a column labeled PATTERNS. Another labeled TRIGGERS. And right at the bottom, underlined twice was BOREDOM = DISENGAGEMENT.