Blaise Pascal Quotes

Continuous eloquence wearies.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

I am not eloquent.

If it's boring, then it's tiring.

Because I think a lot of people felt like, ultimately - and this isn't the first time I've said this, so I'll bore you again with it - but ultimately it was... I think it felt like homework a bit for people.

I'm so boring.

If you're a preacher, you talk for a living, so even if you don't make sense, you learn to make nonsense eloquently.

But monotony doesn't make for painlessness.

Almost all human affairs are tedious. Everything is too long. Visits, dinners, concerts, plays, speeches, pleadings, essays, sermons, are too long. Pleasure and business labor equally under this defect, or, as I should rather say, this fatal super-abundance.

Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

The bore is good for promoting sleep; but though he causeth sleep in others, it is uncertain whether he ever sleeps himself; as few can keep awake in his company long enough to see. It is supposed that when he sleeps it is with his mouth open.

My hometown was so dull that one time the tide went out and never came back.

Public speaking is the art of diluting a two-minute idea with a two-hour vocabulary.

Continued eloquence is wearisome.

That which is repeated too often becomes insipid and tedious.

Peter was dull; he was at first Dull; - Oh, so dull - so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed - Still with his dulness was he cursed - Dull -beyond all conception - dull.

There happen to be whole large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.

Don’t repeat yourself. It’s not only repetitive, it’s redundant, and people have heard it before.

Fifteen years was a long time to be stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mind-boggingly dull as Earth.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.