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Quotes About Weariness

Cansada de aquel amor que no sucedió Cansada de mis pies que sólo saben caminar Cansada de la insidiosa fuga de preguntas Cansada de dormir y no poder mirarme Cansada de abrir la boca y beber el viento
~ Alejandra Pizarnik
Man is truly human only when he transcends himself. He becomes small when he is content with things and values from his own life sphere. For this reason, he feels a sense of annoyance when fulfillment does not happen, since he still has the vague sense that values once dwelt among mankind. But then confusion entered in, and reality slipped from our fingers. Individuals, like mankind in general, keep falling into mental weariness—what is more, into the diabolical.
~ Alfred Delp
The idea of taking off my shoes and trying on all these clothes is so exhausting, I just leave.
~ Lexa Doig
Oh, I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to; I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth. Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving. You know I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving tonight.
~ Richard Edwards
He said with utter weariness, That bastard Brane had me where Mamie wore the beads. And he kept pushing me; he was greedy and I was sick of the whole mess I'd got into.
~ Richard S. Prather
every increased possession loads us with weariness, and he's right." There
~ Kate Atkinson
Putting on socks is hard work, said Bink. I'm hungry.
~ Kate DiCamillo
I get so tired of moral bookkeeping.
~ Katherine Anne Porter
I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.
~ Katherine Dunn
Are you tired, Mary?" I asked. She raised her weary gaze to me. "My socks are tired," she said. "And my shoes won't even walk." To this day whenever in our family we want to express complete exhaustion, we employ Mary's eloquent description of her socks.
~ Katherine Paterson
And why shouldn't they? Carers aren't machines. You try and do your best for every donor, but in the end, it wears you down. You don't have unlimited patience and energy. So when you get a chance to choose, of course, you choose your own kind. That's natural. There's no way I could have gone on for
~ Kazuo Ishiguro
But I could not escape the feeling that what I was really seeing was a weariness with life; the spark which had once made her such a lively, and at times volatile person seemed now to have gone.
~ Kazuo Ishiguro
And I could see the weariness in the boy AF's walk, and wondered what it might be like to have found a home and yet to know that your child didn't want you.
~ Kazuo Ishiguro
está muy cansada de sentirse agradecida con la gente.
~ Kelly Link
I haven't slept in days. And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways.
~ Drake
Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,And we must sleep.
~ William Shakespeare
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
~ William Shakespeare
WearinessCan snore upon the flint when resty slothFinds the down pillow hard.
~ William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
~ William Shakespeare
I am almost out at heels.
~ William Shakespeare
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry.
~ William Shakespeare
My overcoat is worn out my shirts also are worn out. And I ask to be allowed to have a lamp in the evening it is indeed wearisome sitting alone in the dark.
~ William Tyndale
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love....
~ William Wordsworth
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration;—feelings too Of unremembered pleasures; such, perhaps, As have made no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
~ William Wordsworth