Quotes About Weariness

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.

He felt weary. Life was a battle against wear; the wear of machinery and the wear of the soul. Oil. Grease. Wear.

She slid a little until she was sagging against the open doorframe

Youth and enthusiasm can be fatiguing to those who have lost both.

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear.

A conclusion is the place you get to when you're tired of thinking.

Don't kiss me, I am weary - Death will kiss me.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

And his eyes frighten me, too. They're the eyes of an old man, an old man who's seen so much in life that he no longer cares to go on living. They're not even desperate... just quiet and expectant, and very, very lonely, as if he were quite alone of his own free choice.

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere.

It is June. I am tired of being brave.

I am so tired of that old suffering.

It is June. I am tired of being brave. from "The Truth The Dead Know

L'immense fatigue habituelle, impossibilité de faire quoi que ce soit. Des bribes de phrases traînant dans la mémoire.

Les signes de changements collectifs ne sont pas perceptibles dans la particularité des vies, sauf peut-être dans le dégoût et la fatigue qui font penser secrètement 'rien ne changera donc jamais' à des milliers d'individus en même temps.

All that prosthetic makeup drains you. By the time it's lunch, you're done.

Here at the age of thirty-nine I began to be old. I felt stiff and weary in the evenings and reluctant to go out of camp; I developed proprietary claims to certain chairs and newspapers; I regularly drank three glasses of gin before dinner, never more or less, and went to bed immediately after the nine o'clock news. I was always awake and fretful an hour before reveille. Here my last love died.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world's weight he had never chosen to bear.

After marriage came elation, and then, gradually, the growth of weariness. Responsibility descended upon Merlin, the responsibility of making his thirty dollars a week and her twenty suffice to keep them respectably fat and to hide with decent garments the evidence that they were.

Fatigue was a drug as well as a poison, and Stahr apparently derived some rare almost physical pleasure from working lightheaded with weariness.

Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar.

Well I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything