the monotony [Theme] Page 1

It seemed that the day similar to the day -
All the same: the sun, the wind and rain,
All the same at the threshold of the shadow,
Fog over a river at dawn.
And I'm meeting a new day
It was learned the traits of the past.
Was it sadness, was it laziness
All the same, to the word.

One of the branches leading to the escalators, he came across a group of teenagers. Why are they here right now? What did you do? Identically dressed, with identical hairstyles... Even their laughter seemed monotonous and monotonous.

All her novels were distinguished by remarkable uniformity, and as it faded, gained value is more speculative than real. Her feelings existed mostly as an excuse to talk about them.

Every day, my, dead, calm,
All the Affairs of others, not mine
Only the vexation is unworthy,
Does Platonic love.

Tired of the monotony, even if it is happiness.

I want to say that it is not life? And what of this, to repeat the same tasks without even thinking about it? Doesn't everyone live the same? Always look their series, on the pill. Isn't the monotony brings comfort?

Their married life knew no joy, the days were similar to one another.

Monotonous work is work. Monotonous pleasure is also a pleasure. That's no reason to talk about death and the like.

The monotony is devastating.

... Order makes all the similar to each other, and the more in the life of repeated events and habits, the more uniform will be the days and even years.

A life filled with only joy, monotonous. I sometimes wonder whether saints in heaven utter serenity of its existence, a heavy burden. For me, eternal bliss is able to drive you crazy.

Always new people, but in reality - all the same crowd. Always new faces and always the same misfortune.

Sometimes strikes and monotony - its infinity.

Love can cope with the monotony, but for the passion of it is disastrous.