Like Armchair Quotes

#1. Reading about another era is like armchair time travel--without the baggage.

CJ Fosdick

#2. Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.

Henri Matisse

#3. By mid-June, the mercury had soared up to the nineties and lingered there, like a fat dowager in her favorite armchair.

Kat Ross

#4. I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don't like to get my knees dirty. I don't have a garden.

Nick Cave

#5. I saw him ... at peace in my armchair. I remember wishing he could stay in peace like that forever. I had a feeling of easing his burden with my strength.

Dennis Nilsen

#6. All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.

J.R. Ward

#7. I'm an armchair psychologist, I suppose, and I like to kind of sit around and guess and pretend I know what's going on.

Tom Hardy

#8. Of what good is an armchair of velvet when the rest of the environment does not match? It is like a man going around naked and wearing a three-cornered hat.

Soren Kierkegaard

#9. What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter - a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.

Henri Matisse

#10. I like to think of myself at home in the armchair, writing, smoking and occasionally wandering down the shop.

Stephen Fry

#11. Sitting in an armchair under yellow lamplight in front of a black window in an apartment whose only other light was the milky rainbow of the Wurlitzer, Richard was like a giant, welcoming ear. Or a reflecting device, beaming her best self back at her.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#12. Even if he was happier in Asia than he'd been in Latin America, the wanderlust still worked on my father's insides like a disease. One of the most recurrent memories of my childhood is of him sitting in his armchair in the evenings, poring over atlases the way other fathers read newspapers or books.

Scott Anderson

#13. Or like a poet woo the Moon,
Riding an armchair for my steed,
And with a flashing pen harpoon
Terrific metaphors of speed.

Roy Campbell