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Quotes About Weariness

He thought of the sands at Deauville and he felt weary, as though he had heard the first call of middle-age, inviting him to subside into comfortable self-mockery, recognise the embrace of defeat and to indulge his own – after all, only human – failings.
~ Sebastian Faulks
Finding security in mediocrity is an exhausting process. You can work only so many hours, fret only so much. Being a slightly better typist or a slightly faster coder is insufficient. You're always looking over your shoulder, always trying to be a little less mediocre than the guy next to you. It wears you out.
~ Seth Godin
Finally, nausea at my own ballooning sense of self wore me down and I slept. (17)
~ Shani Mootoo
There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
We all get weary sometimes, and we tend to think that life is what makes us weary.
~ Joyce Meyer
She was worn and tense and there were dark shadows under her eyes; he wished that he could do something to ease her pain and knew that he could not.
~ John Edward Williams
La sensación de estar cometiendo un pecado estaba bien para pasar un rato, pero al final resultaba agotador.
~ John Fante
I'd been awake for thirty-six hours and driving for ten. Restless weeks, sleepless nights, and the decision stole into me like a thief. I never planned to go back to North Carolina- I'd buried it- but I blinked and found my hands on the wheel, Manhattan a sinking island to the north. I wore a week-old beard and three day denim, felt stretched by an edginess that bordered on pain, but no one here would fail to recognize me. That's what home was all about, for good or bad.
~ John Hart
Er setzte sich auf ein fadenscheiniges Sofa.
~ John Katzenbach
También había conocido entonces el inconfundible olor del agotamiento, como si la fatiga poseyera un aroma propio.
~ John Katzenbach
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never known,The weariness, the fever, and the fretHere, where men sit and hear each other groan;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,Where youth grows pale, and specter-thin, and dies;Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs.
~ John Keats
when she saw Addison was concern, weariness, a dash of contempt, a dash of pride, a dash of hope.
~ Elin Hilderbrand
Kit bit his cheek on tired laughter, all his irritation draining away. Perhaps I've just been used too much to care any more, he thought.
~ Elizabeth Bear
Everything that comes into Jean's view these days is met with this kind of abject indifference. She feels as thought she has exhausted her life's allotment of emotion, good and bad.
~ Elizabeth Crane
A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.
~ Elizabeth Edwards
I'm old. I'm so old I'm about done with liven. I can feel how old I am. I'm old and old and old. I've been in life a long, long time. Oh, how old I am.
~ Elizabeth Madox Roberts
I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
~ Elizabeth Scott
the sense of apology did not go away; it was a tiring thing to carry. —
~ Elizabeth Strout
Quizás los malvados se cansan tanto como los corazones leales, pensé un instante. A fin de cuentas, nadie elige su destino.
~ Arturo Pérez-Reverte
Cuando nos muramos estaremos tan cansadas que desearemos que no haya otra vida después de ésta.
~ Asa Larsson
Fears, worries, weariness, discouragement . . . all these things can impede our mobility.
~ Gary Chapman
Moi, je ne m'exprime jamais comme les autres !... Je ne fais rien comme les autres!... Mais j'en suis bien fatigué !... bien fatigué !...
~ Gaston Leroux
Nothing moved except the white bird, which flew back and forth with a slow, sad motion that seemed so weary that every time two wings rose I felt that it was about to fall into the sea, and the Short Sun, which crept down to the empty horizon as remorselessly as every man creeps toward his grave.
~ Gene Wolfe