Quotes About Weariness

There is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes and bearing many names.

Let him be rich and weary, that at least,If goodness lead him not, yet wearinessMay toss him to my breast.

Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool.

The world is eaten up by boredom.... You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands. To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be for ever on the go. And so people are always "on the go."

We grow weary of those things (and perhaps soonest) which we most desire.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

There are few chaste women who are not tired of their trade.

The truth is, he tired of criticism, tired of prose measured by the yard. --Disgrace

It's a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there's no use flaunting on that level, the level of the 'public', a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It's something like that. So I guess you might say we're a beat generation.

I didn't bring my peremptory tone to bear in regard to what you'd just said about the unnecessariness of sleep but only, only , mind you, because of the fact that I absolutely, simply, purely and without any whatevers have to sleep now, I mean, man, my eyes are closing, they're redhot, sore, tired, beat...

She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

A little weariness'll change a lot of things.

A tired life breeds tired decisions, sometimes none at all.

We lived among people whose poverty could be seen in the length of their faces, in their tired speech and in the heaviness of their eyes.

Almighty, I am tired," she rasped. "Tired of broken and stolen lives. Tired of questions I cannot answer. Tired of being what I am not and never wished to be. Tired of tidings that deliver much pain and little relief.

My mind is done for the night, shorted out; there's nothing left but a dial tone.

I got weary," Cal says. "Bone-weary." He did. Every morning got to be like waking up with the flu, knowing he had to trek miles up a mountain.

He ached with weariness, but it became part of him; he scarcely noticed now that he was weary, he might always have been thus, it was so familiar to him.

It was true that he was weary after having spent the last seven days traveling from Kent to the shadowed edges of the Exmoor Forest. It was also true that the wilds of Somerset and Cornwall were said to breed wraiths and other netherworld creatures, and Dunster was right in the middle of dark and mysterious lands. But being a man of logic, Sir Gart Forbes wasn't one to believe in ghosts or phantoms or fairies. Still, he wasn't quite sure what he had seen.

Daylong this tomcat lies stretched flatAs an old rough mat, no mouth and no eyes,Continual wars and wives are whatHave tattered his ears and battered his head.

overtaken every afternoon by a need for sleep so intense it was almost painful.

when they become informed, they become tired like you, jaded.

I enter the ancient courts of the men of antiquity where affectionately received by them I pasture on that food that alone is mine and for which I was born, where I am not too timid to speak with them and ask them about the reasons for their actions; and they in their courtesy answer me; and for four hours of time I feel no weariness, I forget every trouble, I do not fear poverty, death does not dismay me; I transfer all of myself into them...