“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The world is eaten up by boredom. You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and… — Georges Bernanos Copy Share Image
I've never been someone who's very prone to boredom. I don't know, boredom seems like something you should grow out of at… — Jason Isbell Copy Share Image
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
