Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
Every other 16-year-old girl wanted to look at bridal magazines; I could not have been more bored with the notion.
If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.
I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere.
Give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string; I wouldn't get bored anywhere.
I'm such a chameleon. I never get bored.
How can you get bored if the audience is cheering and laughing at something you're doing?
If in my twenties I'd gotten one of the two-dozen roles that I did screen tests for and almost got, I think I would have become bored with the awards circuit, the whole hype machine.
I have complete freedom, and there's no way to get pigeonholed or bored. What could be better than that?
When I was young I had so many inferiority complexes. I had an inferiority complex because I didn't go to university. I had an inferiority complex because I didn't train. Then it gets tiring. And you do get bored of it.
The man who lets himself be bored is even more contemptible than the bore.
Once upon a time, about 10 years ago, I thought maybe I could write a mystery series about a midwife in Elizabethan England. I had an elaborately convoluted title and an elaborately convoluted plotline, and at that point I got stupendously bored.
When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.
I am utterly bored by celebrity interviews. Most celebrities are devoid of interest.
I have musical ADD or something, and I get bored doing the same thing over and over. I love different sounds, different influences.
Kids get bored easily. They have got to get out and get their hands dirty: make things, dismantle things, fix things.
The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.
I learned how to draw from being bored in school. I would doodle on the margins of my paper.
I write... sonnets... and writing sonnets is boring. You have to find rhymes; you have to write hendecasyllables; so after a while, I get bored and my drawer is overflowing with unfinished short poems.
