Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

Boredom slays more of existence than war.

How does one get bored of life?

The war between being and nothingness is the underlying illness of the twentieth century. Boredom slays more of existence than war.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

The most boring thing in the world? Silence.

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.

I've reached the point where tedium is a person, the incarnate fiction of my own company.

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

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.

People who have nothing to do are quickly tired of their own company.

I live a very dull life here... indeed I think I am more like a state prisoner than anything else.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one's deficiencies.

Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence; its giddiness, like that which comes from gazing down into an infinite abyss, is infinite.

To be bored to death is a form of suicide.

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

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.