“Soon, what was tedious was everything. 'Beautiful things, they're so tedious! Paintings, they're enough to drive you mad...How right you are, it's… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There is nothing so insupportable to man as to be in entire repose, without passion, occupation, amusement, or application. Then it is… — Blaise Pascal Copy Share Image
“In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover,… — Damon Knight Copy Share Image
“You see, Dimitri and I, we are both suffering from ennui! We have still the match-boxes. But at last one gets tired… — Anatole France Copy Share Image
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“And I did nothing, nothing but try to hide from the horror of dying." He stopped, for saying the truth aloud was… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived. And thus, he… — Ashim Shanker Copy Share Image
There is no sense of weariness like that which closes in a day of eager and unintermittent pursuit of pleasure. The apple… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
