Quotes About Weariness

Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.

Nothing was true but the fatigue of life and the eternal disappointment.

Under my coat is a weary heart, but a kind one—one that would do nobody any harm.

Weariness is really about this core struggle to hope despite the circumstances and our limitations, and not so much about stress and being tired.

but we didn't speak of what was bothering us the most. Maybe we didn't need to. It couldn't have been "talked out." It had to be worn out.

Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.

Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs

I am too old for this. I was born too old for it, and so I am sick to death for quiet.

I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs...

the three of us in that state where the very bones and muscles are too tired to rest, when the attenuated and invincible spirit has changed and shaped even hopelessness into the easy obliviousness of a worn garment

What was bright and exciting becomes weary, flat, and unprofitable.

So tired am I, so weary of to-day, So unrefreshed from foregone weariness, So overburdened by foreseen distress, So lagging and so stumbling on my way, I scarce can rouse myself to watch or pray, To hope, or aim, or toil for more or less,-- Ah, always less and less, even while I press Forward and toil and aim as best I may. Half-starved of soul and heartsick utterly, Yet lift I up my heart and soul and eyes Which fail in looking upward

I told her that magic spells only work until the person under the spell is really and honestly tired of it. It ends when continuing becomes simply too ghastly a prospect.

All these men with their corpse-like faces, in front of us and behind, driven to exhaustion, emptied of words and will....All these men laden with earth, who, you could say, are carrying their own graves...

PETRONIUS woke only about midday, and as usual greatly wearied.

It was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them.

Literature without the power of great synthesis is the symptom of social weariness and is characteristic of sharply transitional epochs.

And because of everything her family asked of her, she was ashamed of being tired.

I'm sick and tired of politics and politicians as usual.

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

I'd planned to die at thirty, and then I'd push it on ten years, forty, and then fifty, You always push it on. And then you go on and on and on. It's difficult. Too much trouble. I've thought about death a great deal. One day in the snow I felt so tired. I thought, 'Damn it, I'll sit down. I can't go on. I'm tired of living here in the snow and ice.' So I sat down on the ground. But it was so cold I got up. Oh yes, I used to try to imagine death, but I always come up against a wall.

La Solitude!...J'aurais mauvaise grâce à en craindre le visage, maintenant qu'il est fatigué et qu'il n'a plus ses belles promesses

The 21st century is oppressed by a crushing sense of finitude and exhaustion.

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet.