Quotes About Weariness

'Law and Order' is completely story-driven and completely characterless, really. If you do that format for five years and you're an actor, you're bound to get bored. It wears on you. And it was really wearing on me.

Traveling these days has a lot of problems and also it wears you out more.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

I think doing dramas kind of wears on you. It's just intense.

Dealing with people every day wears on you.

There is many a virtuous woman weary of her trade.

The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.

I am weary of happiness, both as a word and as a concept.

Some of our life experience makes us weary of love and make it difficult to forgive others.

I always have doubts. I am weary of people.

We sometimes feel a little world-weary where pop music is going.

People are fed up with something when it becomes more and more popular.

I hate talking about the dunk contest. I'm just so sick of the dunk contest. I'm done with that. That point of my life I'm over with.

I'm an old cynic.

And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired.

But I am weary of The winter way of loving things for reasons. — Richard Wilbur, from "Winter Spring," New and Collected Poems (HBJ, 1988)

With parched, hard-breathing mouths, with wobbling heads and shaking limbs, they settled themselves in the car like very old and tired people.

There's something tiring about an endless, unknown stretch of highway.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

That's all war is - a consuming fever: a period of delirium and insanity, of misery, disappointment, discomfort, anxiety, despair, waste, weariness, boredom, brutality, death; and yet to every man in every war there comes a day worth living for: a day when a lifetime of excitement is packed into a few short hours.

Still, Kaderin sighed, unable to help feeling very old and very alone.

I had thought for no one's but your ears; That you were beautiful and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary hearted as that hollow moon.

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.