Quotes About Weariness

une dame a la langue fanée une dame longue plus longue que sa chaise longue et très âgée

That was the moment he got the idea he possessed me in a certain way, and that was the moment I grew tired of him.

After that night, which was in late December, I was completely worn out. I did not walk as often, and when I walked did not see what was around me: though I looked up at the housefronts, at the sky, again and again I found myself watching the pavement that rolled out under my feet.

When he speaks at last, his voice is weary, and defeated. He doesn't know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won't light.

Francis, however, was tired and bored. He kept yawning and wanted to retire to his chamber before the end of the meal.

Es que a veces me pongo tan triste –dijo la señora Reilly–. La vida no es fácil. Además he trabajado muy duro. Ya estoy harta.

The tree was not only stripped by the cold season, it seemed weary with age, enfeebled, dry. So more the things remain the same, the more they change after all. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence. Changed, I headed back though the mud. I was drenched; anybody could see it was time to come out of the rain.

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

Im tired of pretending everything is okay. My tears are starting to show and my smile is fading away..

Tired of being stepped on, tired of being unappreciated and so f*cking tired of being disrespected by everyone.

Tired of being angry , tired of being fed up and disappointed,

I know I'm not gunna want this down the road but idk what else to do. Just tired of being hurt.

I'm not desperate, but I am tired of being alone.

I can honestly say that I'm tired of being played.

so I don't fucking kill myself of boredom

In the same month that she began Story of a Soul, Thérèse wrote to her sister Léonie, "this thought of the brevity of life gives me courage, it helps me bear the weariness of the road...the hour of rest is approaching

Isa. xliii. 22, "Thou hast not called upon me, thou hast been weary of me.

She was tired of being afraid, so impossibly weary of her own fears that a part of her wanted to sit on the quite beach forever. If she sat in the sand forever,she wouldn't have to face the troubles that often seemed to define her life. As a tear descended her cheek, she wiped it away, turning toward the sea.

I'm gettin' tired way past where sleep rests me.

So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.

war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

Lanser had been in Belgium and France twenty years before and he tried not to think what he knew—that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

O]nly Colonel Lanser knew what war really is in the long run . . . and he tried not to think what he knew--that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for a new weariness and new hatreds.