Charles Lamb Quotes

Most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall.

The rat race is real. I was part of the rat race.

Being a mother is a little like 'Groundhog's Day.' It's getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again and again and yet again - and it's watching it all get undone again and again and yet again. It's humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.

We got sick of interviews and performances - for a long time, it came back to doing 'Take on Me.' It became a circus number instead of music.

Every day, it was the same: school, homework, farm work, training. Getting hurt or dying might've been better than the life I was living.

War? War is an organized bore.

Working from nine till five every day at something that gives you no pleasure just so that, after thirty years, you can retire.

Of all the damnable waste of human life that ever was invented, clerking is the worst.

I had the most boring office job in the world...I used to clean the windows on envelopes.

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

You don't want to get into doing the same thing, over and over again. I know I don't.

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

A woman who spends all day washing and cooking and ironing doesn't want to go to the movies to watch a film about a woman who spends all day washing and cooking and ironing.

This could be a whole life," she thought. "You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wires. Some people are born and kept living just to come to this.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Nothing is more boring than a man with a career.

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.

The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

5.Buggre Alle this for a Larke I amme sick to mye Hart of typefetinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges now more that a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone withe half and oz of Sense shoulde bee oute in the Suneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the lielong dale inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe *AE@;I*

It is weariness to keep toiling at the same things so that one becomes ruled by them.

All adventuring is rash, and all innovations dangerous. But not nearly so dangerous as stagnation and dry rot. From grooves, cliques, clichés and resignation - Good Lord deliver us!

Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.