Mary Shelley Quotes

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

My boredom with everything has numbed me.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

How does one get bored of life?

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.

Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.

I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

I have often thought that when I do die it will be of sheer boredom.

The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

It is only a step from boredom to disillusionment, which leads naturally to self-pity, which in turn ends in chaos.

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with myself feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.