Ivan Turgenev Quotes

There's a restless feeling knocking on my door today.

You do have a modicum of peace of mind here, but it's as unsettled as any other place.

When I watch films or tv that I've done, I get very restless and tend to not sit still.

Sometimes I feel like tap-dancing, screeching, unscrewing light bulbs, pulling curtains, combing hair, doing knee bends, handstands and turning somersaults out there.

Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.

We live in a pretty bleak time. I feel that in the air. Everything is uncertain. Everything feels like its on the precipice of some major transformation, whether we like it or not.

I can never be in the same place for too long. It feels like the world is caving in.

What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it's quite literally that.

I live quite an unsettled life.

I get very antsy and nervous if I don't know what the next job is.

I have been restless for as long as I can remember.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.

...being alone with him was like being in a room which someone had just violently left

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.

All of them had a restlessness in common.

I'd seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I'd better go out, I said to myself, I'd better go out again.

Human nature, essentially changeable, as unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint; if it binds itself it soon begins to tear madly at its bonds, until it rends everything asunder, the wall, the bonds, and its very self.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

...I can’t stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

I never felt at peace with anything or anybody.

They tire of quiet, that have known the storm

You just get this profound feeling of instability . . . the Earth isn't stable anymore and then it passes and it becomes more infrequent, but I still get it sometimes.