Quotes About Weariness

She tried to keep a cute little smile on her face but her face was too tired to be bothered.

Garraty watched apathetically and thought, even the horror wears thin. There's a surfeit even of death.

Because just as all political and historical change sooner or later disappoints, so does adulthood. So does life. Sometimes I think the purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss by wearing us down, by proving, however long it takes, that life isn´t all it´s cracked up to be.

Sometimes I think the purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss by wearing us down, by proving, however long it takes, that life isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Suddenly a sorrow the color of dawn welled up in him. They might as well lick each other's wounds. But they would lick forever, and the wounds would never heal, and in the end their tongues would be worn away.

Threadbare, ravaged by love – as who amongst us is not.

Immortality no longer interests the weary old man at all.

Man all of your flows bore me, paint drying.

I wish I didn't have to perform 'Iron Man' every night.

Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.

I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

The earth grieves, and I grieve, and I am weary of the fight

Patience often gets the credit that belongs to fatigue.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away.

Eventually we all get tired of any and everything!

I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say

He hated winter. The same gray sky lay on the ground, day after day, gray as industrial smoke, and in the sky the ground floated like a street that's been salted, and his closets were cold, holes wore through his pockets, and he was lonely, indoors and out, with a loneliness like the loneliness of overshoes or someone else's cough.

All she felt was mind-numbing exhaustion, and a desperate yearning for the sweet forgetfulness of sleep.

Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.

He was travel stained, unkempt, and very tired, but his soul was at peace.

David Foster Wallace: It just makes me a person that's really exhausted a couple other ways to live, you know? And really taken them, taken them to their conclusion. Which for me was a pink room, with no furniture and a drain in the center of the floor.

If you are weary of some sleepy form of devotion, probably God is as weary of it as you are.