Louis-Ferdinand Celine Quotes

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

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

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

People's lives are boring.

If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

I'm so boring.

Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.

My life is so boring that your brains are going to melt and come out of your eyes.

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line.

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

Boredom is the deadliest poison.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

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

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.

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.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Tediousness is the most fatal of all faults.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

And I am quite serious when I say that I do not believe there are, on the whole earth besides, so many intensified bores as in these United States.

Oh, how daily life is. (Ah, que la vie est quotidienne.)

TEDIUM, n. Ennui, the state or condition of one that is bored. Many fanciful derivations of the word have been affirmed, but so high an authority as Father Jape says that it comes from a very obvious source --the first words of the ancient Latin hymn _Te Deum Laudamus_. In this apparently natural derivation there is something that saddens.

Certainly, nothing can be more simple than monotony.

When the life is monotonous , even grief is a welcome event.

My definition of what makes a journey wholly or partially horrible is boredom.

Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?