I'm too lazy to work out.
I'm sick of all these young people just boogeying around, wasting their lives, you know.
I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
The Labor Party is a body that does not seek political life, and does not fight for its life.
I'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.
I don't feel prolific. I feel like I'm plodding along. Each day you sit down, and you hope that you get your work done.
Humanity is constitutionally lazy.
I'm much more prone to feeling down a lot. I just feel sluggish and unmotivated.
I don't get too much work to begin with, and whatever I get is mostly not good enough.
You will never, ever catch me at the gym.
And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.
One who does not rouse themself when it is time to rise, who, though capable, is full of sloth, whose will and thought are weak, that lazy and idle person will never find their way to true knowledge.
We are lazier in our minds than in our bodies.
We have more indolence in the mind than in the body.
I do what work I get. I'm disappointed half the time.
I think the worst atmosphere for a six-year-old is one in which there are no expectations whatsoever. That is, it's worse for the child to grow up in a vacuum where "whatever you do is alright, I'm sure you'll succeed." That is a statement of disinterest. It says, "I really have no fantasies for you at all."
People who pity themselves think, 'Why would I try to do anything? I'll just fail.'
I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
I talked late, swam late, did not learn to ride a bike until college - and might never have walked or learned to drive a car if my parents hadn't overruled my lack of motivation and virtually forced me to embrace both forms of transportation. I suspect I was happy to sit in a corner with a book.
I hate to exercise.
School was never for me, kinda.
The people can have anything they want, the only problem is they do not want anything.
I hate, simply, to work. I just hate to work, period. I am profoundly slothful. Practically inert.
I was not a happy or popular or happy-with-myself kid, and I wasn't an especially motivated student, either.
Mental inertia is death.
