Unremarkable Life Quotes

I like to say that my mother had a very ordinary life. From the outside it didn't look like there was anything particularly special or wonderful about it, but when you watch somebody hold on to that life with both hands, it makes you think that life must be pretty damn good.

To keep the ball rolling I asked Marlow if this Powell was remarkable in any way. “He was not exactly remarkable,” Marlow answered with his usual nonchalance. “In a general way it’s very difficult to become remarkable. People won’t take sufficient notice of one, don’t you know.”

I had a fairly regular childhood. I was a pretty boring kid. I didn't do much. I was always thinking, but I didn't really say a lot.

I don't think I'm all that interesting. I mean, I'm a guy who does a morning show and goes to bed at 9:00 every night. I mean, I don't have a lot in my life that's really fascinated or fodder for tabloids.

Nobody's going to write a book about me, because nobody's going to find anything worth writing a book about.

I'm just a public-schoolboy. I've got a degree. I'm from a middle-class family in Devon. I've got no story.

I live a pretty normal life.

My life is too mundane for anyone to write up.

Your life story would not make a good book. Don't even try.

I've never really thought of my real life - you know, the one I wake up to and fall asleep to at night - as being a pop star's life.

But if Maggie had been that young lady, you would probably have known nothing about her: her life would have had so few vicissitudes that it could hardly have been written; for the happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

I have no story. My story goes from day to day.

I consider myself perfectly normal, and I don't know of any part of my life that would be so unusual as to interest the idly curious.

My life may seem glamorous from the outside but off screen it's as ordinary as anyone else's.

Blest is that nation whose silent course of happiness furnishes nothing for history to say.

I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.

I can't anticipate what's going to happen to me next, but I'd like to think that I'm going to lead a life that's not really memoir-worthy, and that would be fine!

My family is average. I didn't have a crazy life as a kid.

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.

If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.

There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.

I remember rather little of my life, and what I do remember is of small consequence.

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born, and that is all that is necessary.

Alfred Nobel - pitiable half-creature, should have been stifled by humane doctor when he made his entry yelling into life. Greatest merits: Keeps his nails clean and is never a burden to anyone. Greatest fault: Lacks family, cheerful spirits, and strong stomach. Greatest and only petition: Not to be buried alive. Greatest sin: Does not worship Mammon. Important events in his life: None.