#bored

Basically, I'm a really bad interviewer. I love meeting celebrities, but then I get a bit bored. Once you meet them you thing, 'really, what an ordinary person'. ↗

— Graham Norton

#basically #bit #bored #celebrities #get

Facebook isn't helping you make new connections, Facebook doesn't develop new relationships, Facebook is just trying to be the most accurate model of your social graph. There's a part of me that feels somewhat bored by all of this. ↗

— Sean Parker

#bored #connections #develop #facebook #feels

I'm sick of very white teeth and lots of gymnasium practice. I'm bored, you know, send in the next one. I wanted a real man that I could believe was my brother, my father, you know, my next-door neighbor - a real person. ↗

— Tim Roth

#believe #bored #brother #could #father

Employ your time in improving yourself by other men's writings, so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for. ↗

— Socrates

#employ #gain #hard #improving #labored

Read a lot. Read broadly... Tell stories to your friends, and pay attention to when they get bored... Write a lot. ↗

— John Green

#bored #broadly #friends #get #lot

I'm never bored. ↗

— Jack Prelutsky

#i #never

Boredom comes simply from ignorance and lack of imagination. ↗

— Susan Ertz

#anger

It is hard not to see into the future, faced with today's blind architecture - a thousand times more stupid and more revolting than that of other ages. How bored we shall be inside! ↗

— André Breton

#boredom #future #age

But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear, pain, loneliness, death, some of us will find life so intolerable we will probably blow out our brains out of sheer boredom. ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#darkness #pain #death

Then he looked up, despite all best prior intentions. In four minutes, it would be another hour; a half hour after that was the ten-minute break. Lane Dean imagined himself running around on the break, waving his arms and shouting gibberish and holding ten cigarettes at once in his mouth, like a panpipe. Year after year, a face the same color as your desk. Lord Jesus. Coffee wasn't allowed because of spills on the files, but on the break he'd have a big cup of coffee in each hand while he pictured himself running around the outside grounds, shouting. He knew what he'd really do on the break was sit facing the wall clock in the lounge and, despite prayers and effort, count the seconds tick off until he had to come back and do this again. And again and again and again. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#madness #imagination