A bore is a man who has nothing to say and says it anyway.
A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.
A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it.
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.
A yawn is a silent shout.
Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.
All kinds are good except the kind that bores you.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.
Bore — a person who talks when you wish him to listen.
Boredom is a disease of the mind and psyche, an insidious disease. It not only takes the joy out of life, but the creativity as well. No one of God's children should ever be bored with life.
Boredom is a vital problem for the moralist, since at least half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.
Boredom is always counter-revolutionary. Always.
Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
Boredom is not an end-product, is comparatively rather an early stage in life and art. You've got to go by or past or through boredom, as through a filter, before the clear product emerges.
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Boredom is the root of all evil–the despairing refusal to be oneself.
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything.