Quotes About Exhaustion

Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.

I'm not an admirer of action movies. I just think, Oh my God, it must be so tiring.

My threshold for human contact had worn painfully thin. I felt like a car that had been running its lights too long on battery alone. I felt fresh out of charge, and as though I needed to plug in for days before I could have one more conversation with one more human being.

Decibel Jones sighed and shook his head. Today was fired. Today was well and truly sacked. Today could, in point of fact, fuck all the way off.

But soon the wine sack was empty, and sleep brushed my ears with her ash-lips.

I challenge anyone not to feel worn down after weeks and months of having to be grateful. When there is little enough left of your true self, somehow the gratitude feels like the last straw. Or

Does your hate make you happy, my dear, or does it continually eat through you, a cancer of its own making? Does the constant fueling of that angry fire not exhaust you and take away from living the wonderful life you've been given?

I was getting to bed about 10 P.M. so wound up and not getting to sleep by 11, and because I was putting the prosthetics on for five hours, I had to be up at 3 in the morning.

L'unica cosa che ci fa differenti è che tu, quando hai finito di parlare con loro, hai la possibilità di sentirti stanco. Puoi andare a casa e spegnere la tua mente e ogni sua malattia.

O cumplit? oboseal? de om trândav, o lips? de poft? spiritual?, ca a unuia care a b?ut tot È™i a vomitat tot, o ur? fa?? de orice idee È™i fa?? de orice chip uman m? fac de dispreÈ›uit È™i de comp?timit în propriii mei ochi.

He was quiet, cooperative. He'd made his decision. He knew his soul would have to deal with the consequences, but for now, God had lost. It was a relief to him. It always is, to find the edge of yourself. To know the exact limit of your strength. It's a relief because not knowing it is an exhausting full-time job.

You ok?" he said. No, I'm not. I'm lonely and exhausted and no kind of mother and on top of all that migrained with fucking idiotic desire. "I'm fine," I said, and opened the passenger door.

Purrs-day, Feline Friday, Caturday... Dog-Tired Monday

I'm so tired, my tired is tired.

ancient, grizzled, wild-eyed, emaciated by fever, dragged his weary frame up the veranda steps and collapsed in a steamer-chair.  Whisky and soda kept him going while he made report and turned in his accounts.

Together they went to the chamber and performed a number of erotic exercises, after which Cugel collapsed into a sleep of utter exhaustion

It is my fate, it seems, to fall privy to rare and splendid vistas in a state of exhaustion too profound to care.

How he did it, I do not know, for by then the cold and exhaustion were so deep in my bones that I could barely think. It wasn't until he returned, hollow-eyed, that I realized he was worse off than I. It is a strange thing, human endurance.

I lay back with a sigh, up to my chin in bubbles, the blood throbbing in my head. It felt so good to stretch out. My arms and back were aching after lumping Pixie around all that time.

unfortunate enough to bump into Justine too. She didn't look as if she'd slept much either. He

Whenever we ate breakfast, and wherever we walked, when we got home we were always too tired to sleep right away. We made coffee and sometimes drank cognac with it; we sat on the bed and talked and smoked.

Goddammit to hell, I'm sick of it. Can't I get a place to sleep without dragging it through the courts? I'm goddamn tired of battling every Tom, Dick, and Harry for what everyone else takes for granted. I'm tired!

I had to constantly try and fit in it and it really exhausted and tired me. I don't regret it because that was my learning to learn to come to this point of loving myself unconditionally.

I'm the most overworked, overtrained, underpaid fighter.