Boredom
['bɔːdəm] or ['bɔrdəm]
Definition
(n.) The state of being bored, or pestered; a state of ennui.
(n.) The realm of bores; bores, collectively.
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Examples
- Also I have a boredom in these mountains. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- He is fuller of boredom than a steer drawing a cart on the highroad. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- I am called Agustín and I am dying with boredom in this spot. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- You know how dreadfully susceptible I am to boredom. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- One called Agustín says he dies of boredom above, Robert Jordan said. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The cousin, who has been casting sofa-pillows on his head, in a prostration of boredom yawns, Vayli, being the used-up for very likely. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- A forest of pine trees is boredom. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- My private belief is that she couldn't face the boredom. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- A ring at the door-bell, sounding emphatically through the empty house, roused her suddenly to the extent of her boredom. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- This was very bitter to Gerald, who had never known what boredom was, who had gone from activity to activity, never at a loss. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- But the pine tree makes a forest of boredom. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- For here is this nation which sixteen years ago vibrated ecstatically to that magic word Prosperity; to-day statistical rhetoric about size induces little but excessive boredom. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- In susceptibility to boredom,' returned that worthy, 'I assure you I am the most consistent of mankind. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- It is hard to believe that daily life continues with its stretches of boredom and its personal interests even while the enemy is bombarding a city. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
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