{"quotes":[{"text":"It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["change","love","monotony","relationship"],"id":30496,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions?","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["beauvoir","creed","emotion","et-cetera","fighting-for-truth","independence","joan-of-arc","love","meaning","monotony","passion","princess-leia","purpose","sacrifice","stowe","strength","xena"],"id":33807,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"Punpun was just fine again today.","author":"Inio Asano","tags":["depression","goodnight-punpun","monotony","punpun"],"id":41327,"author_id":"Inio+Asano"},{"text":"When compared side by side, my days can barely be distinguished from one another. The only difference is what I do after work and with whom I do it.","author":"Doug Cooper","tags":["boredom","identity","monotony","outside-in"],"id":46394,"author_id":"Doug+Cooper"},{"text":"If time is linear, every moment is new! Monotony is just an experience of Ignorance!","author":"Harrish Sairaman","tags":["experience","life","linear","moment","monotony","time"],"id":61586,"author_id":"Harrish+Sairaman"},{"text":"This was to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some even greater variation, that she did not pass through those abnormal hours in which one thirsts for something different from what one has, when those people who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, in their eagerness for news (even if it be bad news), for some emotion (even that of grief); when the heartstrings, which prosperity has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, even a brutal hand, even if it shall break them; when the will, which has with such difficulty brought itself to subdue to its impulse, to renounce its right to abandon itself to its own uncontrolled desires, and consequent sufferings, would fain cast its guiding reins into the hands of circumstances, coercive and, it may be, cruel.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["desire","life","longing","monotony"],"id":154779,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.","author":"Marguerite Duras","tags":["loneliness","monotony","sameness","winter"],"id":169405,"author_id":"Marguerite+Duras"},{"text":"We all try to camouflage the monotony, But it takes a lot of energy. To insist on being special all the time. When we're so much like one another anyway. Our triumphs are the same. Our pain. Try for a moment to feel what relief there is in the ordinary.","author":"Peter Høeg","tags":["alike","energy","moment","monotony","ordinary","pain","people","same","time","triumphs","we-are-the-same"],"id":169740,"author_id":"Peter+H%C3%B8eg"},{"text":"Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! No, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former.","author":"Matthew Lewis","tags":["companionship","contentment","discontentment","hermit","hermits","hopelessness","human-nature","humanity","independence","isolation","loneliness","misanthropy","monotony","philosophy","reclusion","rejection","seclusion","society"],"id":179159,"author_id":"Matthew+Lewis"},{"text":"I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony. I do not crave security. I wish to hazard my soul to opportunity.","author":"Peter O'Toole","tags":["adventures","chances","life","man","monotony","opportunity","ordinary","peter-o-toole","soul"],"id":183182,"author_id":"Peter+O%27Toole"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":28,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}