Charles Bukowski Quotes

Sometimes it gets boring. No justice is supposed to say that. But, you know, there's drudgery in every job you're going to do.

It gets so boring you know just to do the same thing over and over again.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Endless cricket, like endless anything else, simply grinds you down.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

Work is making a living out of being bored.

I find the idea of doing what you do over and over again to be incredibly boring.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

Think of a field of daisies: they bloom, they wither, and in the spring they grow again. Who wants to see the same stupid daisy year after year, especially with a bunch of crappy iron-lung-type equipment bolted to it?

It's just a grind every single day.

I'm not good at doing the same thing over and over again.

You do something, the same thing over and over again for a long time, you're gonna feel like crap.

Usually a video's fun, but after a while, after a couple hours it's like work because you've got to keep doing the scenes over and over and over again.

Being a mother is a little like 'Groundhog's Day.' It's getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again and again and yet again - and it's watching it all get undone again and again and yet again. It's humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.

We got sick of interviews and performances - for a long time, it came back to doing 'Take on Me.' It became a circus number instead of music.

Doing the same thing in the same way year after year is like eating a quail a day for thirty days. Along toward the middle of the month a fellow begins to long for a broiled crow or a slice of cold dog.

But monotony doesn't make for painlessness.

You don't want to get into doing the same thing, over and over again. I know I don't.

I grew up thinking there was one unpardonable sin – to be boring.

A woman who spends all day washing and cooking and ironing doesn't want to go to the movies to watch a film about a woman who spends all day washing and cooking and ironing.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

I think it's rather a waste of time endlessly singing the same songs every night for a year, and it's just not what I want to do.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.