Quotes About Weariness

To Connie, everything in her world and life seemed worn out, and her dissatisfaction was older than the hills.

And that was the killer who said: 'Under my coat is a weary heart, but a kind one—one that would do nobody any harm.

I'm getting old, thought Eileen Calder. Old and worn out and cynical. And being cynical is a lot worse than being old or worn out.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired,' said Maxie. 'I know how that feels,' said Blue. 'I think some Pharaoh had that carved on his tomb,' Maxie added. 'Yeah? Times don't change much, do they?

But I find I get pretty tired when I try.

I believe I see what the week is for: it is to give time to rest up from the weariness of Sunday.

I'm tired of fighting, Dash. I guess this thing is going to get me.

Really, Mrs. Michaelson, I have been attacked by swords and cannons and guns, but I am weary still, and haven't the heart to defend myself from a soup ladle!

What if Naomi grew weary of having her come down to the kitchen for chats?

Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig!

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

The book was long, and difficult to read, and Klaus became more and more tired as the night wore on. Occasionally his eyes would close. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over.

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

Klaus became more and more tired as the night wore on. Occasionally his eyes would close. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over.

I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

I am worn out with civility.

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night, and with nothing to say. But with you there may be peace. You will not want to be talked to. Let us have the luxury of silence.

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night with nothing to say.

When we are tired, everything seems so very much worse.

stupefied boredom.

The cancer set into her bones and whittled her down to nothing. The weariness of the world and the weight in her heart laid her to rest in January.

Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.

Like so much of the trouble in the world it ends simply with exhaustion.

Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and, having done so, passes on to other things. Nature, upon the other hand, forgetting that that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating this effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it.