Quotes About Weariness

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.

All forms of fear produce fatigue.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of being alone but most of all I'm just tired of being tired.

I don't put my faith or trust in anyone anymore. After a while you just get tired of being disappointed constantly.

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.

Every time I say I'm not tired, I end up being tired.

I hate being lectured to when I'm dead beat tired.

My body and heart weren't made for this. I'm tired of being tired and I'm tired of being sad.

My mother sighed, making me feel that I was placing an intolerable burden on her, and yet making me resent having to feel this weight. She looked tired, as she often did these days. Her tiredness bored me, made me want to attack her for it.

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.

Im like an iphone I just lose energy without doing anything

Si alguna vez me suicido, será en domingo. Es el día más desalentador, el más insulso.

Tengo un cansancio equivalente a un año de trabajos forzados.

Durante la fe, durante la duda, el hastío nos visita como el sueño: en el instante en que la voluntad afloja su tensión. Pero cuando la fe y la duda se dejan descubrir en su ingenua, profunda relación, y sobreviene el asombro ante la absurdidad de la existencia, ante la maravillosa indiferencia de Dios, uno recupera la calma para siempre, y la calma para siempre es el hastío.

ya no puedo pensar en lo que quiero, y la fatiga se me instala en la espalda y en la nuca, como un parche poroso.

Ai, que preguiça!

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?

All I have is me, myself and I and we are all getting really tired of each other.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

On her bad days, she felt like a dead albatross would be more appropriate headgear for her, suiting her mood and her apparent role in life.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.