Quotes About Weariness

He was always on the verge of sleep, a middle area that provided no rest.

They shared a laugh, and then the silence that so often intruded on their discussion asserted itself once again, a gap born of equal parts weariness, familiarity and--conversely--the many differences that fate had created between those who had once gone about lives that were but variations on a single melody.

Now, can we please abandon such weighty conversation? I have become thoroughly exhausted with thoughts of fate, destiny, justice, and other, equally gloomy topics over the past few days. As far as I am concerned, philosophic questioning is just as likely to make you confused and depressed as it is to improve your condition.

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

He looked tired, exhausted even, but it was as if this were the specific thing that had exhausted him, not ordinary everyday matters but one single all-consuming care; it was obviously a fatigue born out of decades of vigilance, exhaustion owing to the knowledge that any moment he might be killed by that immeasurable weight of fat.

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

To be so tired was like evaporating. Water to vapor. Flesh to ghost. Bit by bit, from the surface inward, you feel yourself begin to disappear, or at least to be translated into another state--from a tangible one, blood and spirit, to a kind of lost and drifting mist.

I got the Weary BluesAnd I can't be satisfied.

I challenge anyone not to feel worn down after weeks and months of having to be grateful. When there is little enough left of your true self, somehow the gratitude feels like the last straw. Or

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Il cuore si stanca anche lui, vedi; e se ne va a pezzo a pezzo, come le robe vecchie si disfanno nel bucato.

What sickened her was her own hatred, and weariness of being dominated and reminded and misled and disgusted and made a fool of by hatred.

Take care of her," he bid his servants, weariness and profound satisfaction draining his voice, shrugging into silk robes, bowing in my direction. "Treat her gently." They did, I trust; I don't remember it, in truth. I saw faces approach, awe-stricken. They understand, in Kusheth, what it is to serve Kushiel. I hurt, in every part of me. And I was content. I closed my eyes, then, and let the deeper tide of unconsciousness claim me.

and the whole place looked tired and discouraged, as though wearily about to shave and get dressed for a terrible evening.

Goddammit to hell, I'm sick of it. Can't I get a place to sleep without dragging it through the courts? I'm goddamn tired of battling every Tom, Dick, and Harry for what everyone else takes for granted. I'm tired!

After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.

After four tortured years, more than 400 over life-sized figures, I felt as old and as weary as Jeremiah. I was only 37, yet friends did not recognize the old man I had become.

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

I am tired of a life of contention, and of being the personal object for the hatred of every man, who hates the present state of things.

When a middle-aged man says in a moment of weariness that he is half dead, he is telling the literal truth.

And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.

Fuck. I hate all this stuff. How old do you have to get before it stops?

And it's not that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live any more. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home.

I'd begun to grow weary of my constant daydreaming because, as I retreated more often into fantasy, it had become a reminder of my growing discontent with real life. And my thoughts, after very little sleep, seemed to float even further into the realm of the superfluous.