Quotes About Weariness

I have just awoken, having dreamed of music. The final chord fades away within me while I try to focus on individuals amid the living, breathing mass packed into this vast waiting room, in this mixture of sleep and weariness.

Montalbà, tu stai a ripistiare tutto 'u jorno ca ti senti vecchio, mentri che io vecchio lo sugno per davero. E sugno macari tanticchia stanco».

Were you frightened? One gets tired of being frightened, wouldn't you agree?

Life is one long process of getting tired.

the mind, in weariness or leisure, recurs constantly to the favourite conception, and feasts on the luscious falsehood whenever she is offended with the bitterness of truth.

For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.

It's been a long night. Aren't they all.

Caitlin?' Cass said, and I turned away from the window, looking down the stairs and out the front door, trying to picture her making that walk away from this. It seemed like so far, and I was so tired. Tired of keeping time, of studying faces, of hiding bruises. Of disappearing, bit by bit, while my world just kept going without me, even as I slipped farther beneath the water, drowning.

And then thee are days when sleeping is the hardest. The fight of muscle against world becomes so constant, that surrendering to slumber doesn't promise nearly enough relief. These re times when hands feel nothing but empty.

Lo que me asombra es sentirme tan triste y tan cansado.

Can't wait to sit down for a while. This pretending to be brave and strong is getting old.

Although he was a northern creature, more comfortable with dark and cold than light and heat, he had long since passed the annual point of weariness with the elements, and yearned to see expanses of earth and grass unsullied by patches of grim ice.

tired and received a weak,

I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.

Every thing in this world exist to wear you down

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

Outside, in the pungency of the worn air, he sighed with premonitory tiredness. He locked the door, went up the steps, and headed for the subway that would take him to the upper West Side of town. He walked lightly and his face showed no awareness of all the thousands of people around him because he traveled in an eggshell through which came only subdued light and muffled sound.

That even if we're constantly tempted to lower our guard -- out of love, or weariness, or sympathy, or kindness-- we women shouldn't do it. We can lose from one moment to the next everything that we have achieved.

Cuánto me agotaba nuestra relación, y cuántas insidias se escondían en cada gesto, en cada frase que pronunciaba yo, que pronunciaba él.

reason, by a weariness that made everything around

On the other hand I wasn't really depressed. I felt, rather, as if I had left myself somewhere and was no longer able to find myself: I was worn out, that is, by movements that were too quick and barely coordinated, by the urgency of one who is searching everywhere and has no time to waste.

But I felt everything right on top of me, breath against breath. I was tired, tired, tired. I said it loudly but voices die quickly, they seem alive in the bottom of the throat and yet, if articulated, they are already spent sounds.

Commonly, people believe that defeat is characterized by a general bustle and a feverish rush. Bustle and rush are the signs of victory, not of defeat. Victory is a thing of action. It is a house in the act of being built. Every participant in victory sweats and puffs, carrying the stones for the building of the house. But defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom. And above all of futility.

Ignacio Abel feels a weariness he doesn't remember having experienced before, all the more evident in the presence of someone younger (but he didn't feel the age difference when he was with Judith; how strange to have lived so long in a state of total unawareness, to have thought himself immune to the years, to weakness, to death)