Rob Ford Quotes

I really hated school. I had the feeling I was losing a lot of time.

I spent three of the best years of my life in 10th grade.

I didn't take a lot of the videos seriously; making videos was one of the most tedious things that you can imagine.

I really hate drama. It's draining; it's mentally draining. It's a waste of time.

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.

Do you know what it's like to run spellcheck for six hours? It's like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up.

It is very hard, that necessity of listening to a man who says nothing

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

Boredom and restlessness are deeply related. Whenever you feel boredom, then you feel restlessness. Restlessness is a by-product of boredom.

Kill them now, cause I need some kicks. I need some kicks, I'm getting bored.

I am fairly tired--bored beyond endurance--by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him.

It takes a while. It's gonna take you a while. It's normal to take a while. You just have to fight your way through that.

I'd hate to die twice. It's so boring.

Grow up, Bailey." "That is precisely what I'm doing," Bailey says. "I don't care if you don't understand that. Staying here won't make me happy. It will make you happy because you're insipid and boring, and an insipid, boring life is enough for you. It's not enough for me. It will never be enough for me. So I'm leaving. Do me a favor and marry someone who will take decent care of the sheep.

What annoys a person who suicides? The life itself. Boredom. Tiredness that descends on every morning when you look at yourself at the mirror.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

Boredom has always been a problem.

I hate movies. They're so boring. So tedious.

As I inched sluggishly along the treadmill of the Maycomb County school system, I could not help receiving the impression that I was being cheated out of something. Out of what I knew not, yet I did not believe that twelve years of unrelieved boredom was exactly what the state had in mind for me.

Life, like the boring drunk at the office party, keeps seeking you out, leaning on you, killing you with pointless yarns and laughing bad-breathed in your face at its own unfunny jokes.

You know I'm finished with the old chess because it's all just a lot of book and memorization you know.

Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

Ennui is the desire of activity without the fit means of gratifying the desire.

I have ne'er been in a chamber with a lawyer when I did not wish either to scream with desperation or else fall into the deepest of sleeps, e'en when the matter concern'd my own future most profoundly.