Quotes About Weariness

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look yu in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin.

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin.

But I knew it was pure masturbation, because down in my gut I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a bright room and something solid to call my own at least until I got tired of it. There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detatched.

She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?

I've done all my tricks. I'm tired of myself.

The truth is, this being errand boy to one hundred and fifty thousand people tires me so by night I am ready for bed instead of soirees.

Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

You see, Suzanne, history lectures bore me, art films bore me, your friends bore me, and, if you want to know the truth, I guess you bore me too.

A bone-deep weariness gripped the assassin

A soul made weary longed for sordid ends. But a soul at its end longed for all that was past, and so remained trapped in a present filled with regrets.

Weariness awaited every unmindful soul, no matter its age, no matter its station.

I think … I think I am getting tired of living. Tired of the whole thing. Nothing is working like it used to. Flaws are appearing, signs of things breaking down. Inside. The very core of my spirit.

He found himself drifting off, not for the first time, finding that place in his head where every thought rattled like chains, and he could only drag himself in crooked circles, the weight stealing his strength, his willingness to go on.

Why do you have to develop a sense of loyalty now? It is tiresome and unexpected.

He looked tired and stooped and Daniel thought with some discomfort that all he lacked was a crown of thorns.

Her whole body was sick of him, sore and bored and sick.

She looked about as bored as it was possible to be and not die from it.

Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of natural death. —Anaïs Nin

one gets so hopelessly tired of deception.

But there was also something sad and confessional in his face, something weary in his voice, as if he'd had enough of the world, or at least certain parts of it.

As Genji mused about the transitory nature of life, intense feelings of weariness and distaste for the world overwhelmed him. How much longer must he go on living in it now that he had been left behind?