Quotes About Weariness

I've been tired since I was 15.

It's not that I'm sick of the theater, don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of the commitment.

Usually I'm too tired to apologize.

When you have heart disease, you start to be tired of everything. It's like getting older. You become more white, and after that, grey. You have no feeling for anything.

She knows as well as anyone that pity, having played, soon tires.

Good taste is as tiring as good company.

It gets tiring, doing the same thing everyday.

I am an idealist, which can be tiring.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I'm there in my makeup, and that's getting a little tiring.

It was really tiring always pretending to be someone else. Not my life, not my real name, nothing.

Rebuff and rejection, and I know I was far too tired to deal with him without making things worse.

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.

I am too weary. For oh, I am so terribly weary at last! I think, in all of London, there is no-one and nothing so weary as I—unless perhaps the river, which flows beneath the frigid sky, through its accustomed courses, to the sea. How deep, how black, how thick the water seems to-night! How soft its surface seems to lie. How chill its depths must be.

All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.

Heavenly Father, my heart goes out today to those whose feet are in the mud and mire of various slimy pits—friends whose weariness is growing and whose patience is growing thin.

So they duly arrived in their grim war-graith and gear at the hall, and, weary from the sea, stacked wide shields of the toughest hardwood against the wall

I should say nothing! I'm through with it! I hate to repeat myself all the time.

I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)

There's a lot of down time on the road. That part of it I really don't enjoy. There's nothing to do.

I don't go to concerts much. I've heard everything. When I do go to movies, I walk out half the time. As for literature, I've read everything.

But when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere

One wearies of everything in this world, even happiness. Did

I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.