Quotes About Weariness

But you know, I get tired of these overwhelming physical presences like your Mr. Hawke. All charisma and outsized ego, using the intensity of their beliefs to hit you like a fist. It's wearing.

I was so tired that I was nothing but my body: the steady dull throb in my thighs, the tremor all along my arms, the thick grime of dust muffling my skin.

All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part. Borys

Her face was lined with bitterness and her eyes looked glazed, tired of hating and weeping in solitude.

Le vi la mirada cansada, triste.

her face, less well-chiselled than it used to be, had that slightly defeated expression that comes with routine and disappointment.

Estoy harto de entierros. No quiero tener que asistir al tuyo. — Mejor, porque no está usted invitado.

Keep on. The work of the world is always done by creatures too tired to do it.

He felt enormously tired, as if he were an autumn leaf and his season were over. He felt ready to fall from the branch.

It was a small of her back and her face that got so tired. Their (her retail employer's) mono was supposed to be, 'Keep on your toes and smile.' Once she was out of the store she had to frown a long time to get her face natural again. Even her ears were tired.

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was.

all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.

I am around ladies' clothing all day long, and I get real sick of clothes.

I've got a lot of miles on my legs.

She went indoors in that peculiar state of misery which is not exactly grief, and which especially attends the dawnings of reason in the latter days of an ill-judged, transient love. To be conscious that the end of the dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a passion and its end.

When she is not serving she sits on a stool with her face turned, always, to the window. Her dark-ringed eyes search among and follow after the people passing, but not as if she was looking for somebody. Perhaps, fifteen years ago, she was; but now the pose has become a habit. You can tell from her air of fatigue and hopelessness that she must have given them up for the last ten years, at least.…

I sipped my own, knowing again that everything in the world was ashes. Cold, and spent, and not quite worth the effort.

The loneliness pervading me was physical, like a voyager who has grown weary after years of wandering and now seeks the road home.

Ando meio fatigado de procuras inúteis e sedes afetivas insaciáveis.

there was something indefinably tired and worn-out about Birgit, like a photograph whose edges were missing their crispness.

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger.

Su cansado cerebro estaba hecho un

I was now, all the time, unutterably tired as if simply keeping alive was a terrible effort.

Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.