C. S. Lewis Quotes

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in about 2:55, when you know you've taken all the baths that you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

I'd get scripts and think: 'What's the point of this?'

Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. It is not accident that boredom and cruelty are great preoccupations in our time.

Laziness isn't merely a physical phenomenon, about being a couch potato, stuffing your face with fries and watching cricket all day. It's a mental thing, too, and that's the part I have never aspired for.

How does one get bored of life?

I think we're glazing eyes all across America.

Boredom is not a thing. It's not a feeling or a condition. It is the absence of feelings, things and conditions.

My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.

There's no challenge involved in any kind of role. I don't have to prove or impress anybody.

I remember thinking I couldn't be bothered to feel any emotions any more.

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

He had thrown himself away, he had lost interest in everything, and life, falling in with his feelings, had demanded nothing of him. He had lived as an outsider, an idler and onlooker, well liked in his young manhood, alone in his illness and advancing years. Seized with weariness, he sat down on the wall, and the river murmured darkly in his thoughts.

What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

Ennui and lethargy are waging a war inside me.

When I know too much I get bored too fast.

The idle mind knows not what it wants.

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.

I am tired to death! tired of every thing! I would give the universe for a disposition less difficult to please. Yet, after all, what is there to give pleasure? When one has seen one thing, one has seen every thing.

One day, you don't feel like doing anything. Nothing interests you, everything bores you. Feel more and more empty inside, more and more dissatisfied with yourself and the world in general. Then even that feeling wears off, and you don't feel anything anymore. You become completely indifferent to what goes on around you... You forget how to laugh and cry - you're cold inside and incapable of loving anything or anyone... There's no going back... The disease has a name. It's called deadly tedium.

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

In the absence of a great dream, pettiness prevails.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

Women all want to be ladies, which is simply to have nothing to do, but listlessly to go they scarcely care where, for they cannot tell what.