Quotes About Weariness

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain. The captain I had to obey.

Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.

Bitter cups of coffee, my life and my trip measured out like Prufrock's in coffee spoons, clothes sweaty, smelly, bra strap digging into flesh, eyes reddened, gritty as if circled with sand, sour taste in mouth, intermittent heartburn

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

A heavy slumber enlocked his body; but, as always with men who have long deprived themselves of sleep, he could not sleep at once.

but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

His eyes were hazel, his gray hair tousled, and he wore the look of a man who had seen too much, too soon, and been forced to deal with idiots all too often.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day—while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I looked at this man. He was in his fifties, mostly bones inside his black suit, and gave off an odour, if you were as close up to him as I was, of a long-closed keyboard opened suddenly in an empty house. (73)

How is it possible to live the life of faith when we grow weary of prayer, when we lose our taste for reading the Bible, and when sleep, food and sensuality deprive us of the joy of communion with God?

It is precisely when a person, who is borne down by inner emptiness and weariness or a sense of personal unworthiness, feels that he would like to withdraw from his task, that he should learn what it means to have a duty to perform in the fellowship, and

And, of course, it might simply be that everyone's become a little bored with one another, doing the same things over and over, hearing and telling the same stories.

Der Fuß war beerdigt, ich war groggy und mein Kaffee war kalt.

Life is one long process of getting tired.

I feel like I'm eighty years old. I'm tired of life and my mind wants to die.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

That's how I'm feeling about everything these days: ugh. No.

There's an air of things closing down. Teachers wear shorts and T-shirts to class. They show movies while they clean out their desks. Nobody has the energy to care anymore. We're all just counting down, passing time.

But she is tired all the time now. She can feel how slowly she is walking, as if the air itself is something to be reckoned with.