Quotes About Exhaustion

At first we tried to keep up, but soon we were tired of boiling and pickling and deviling, and my mother started complaining that all these free eggs were costing her way too much.

Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.

I think sometimes that if only I were well enough to write a little it would relieve the press of ideas and rest me. But I find that I get pretty tired when I try.

But I find I get pretty tired when I try.

Housework can look like a Sisyphean task that gives you no sense of reward or completion .

Overwork started his illness, kept it alight, and killed him, poor devil. Write him off to the System — one man to take the work of two and a half men.

Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

'Shut, shut the door, good John!' fatigu'd, I said, 'Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.'

Advertisements at 1 a.m. are nauseating.

Fatigue could be the dealmaker's friend.

Without answering, he pulled the comforter over his head. If only he could sleep a few days in a row. He felt sorry for himself and sick of everything.

It's not easy being human. Especially when you are tired and overworked all the time... That's when you become inhuman.

Bo? aray??lar insan ruhunu y?prat?r. ?nsanlar? memnun etmek ve onlar?n sevgi, takdir ve onaylar?n? almak için u?ra?an ki?i kendini yorar.

What I've learned at close quarters is that excellence, year after year, is exhausting.

And while I walked out again into the countryside, which was slowly growing darker and darker, it became painfully clear to me that I was played out. I had nothing left to live for, I had lost my footing in society, and I felt I had not the strength to look for a new one, nor to fight to regain the old.

que somos nosotros los culpables y que no es culpa nuestra que seamos culpables y que somos culpables por ese mismo hecho y que estamos hartos con ello lo sabemos

I'm tired of fighting, Dash. I guess this thing is going to get me.

Fifteen or twenty tired men sitting around a table in a smoke-filled room behind locked doors.

Clement felt nearly hysterical with exhaustion, and strangling Gilly seemed better than listening to him recount irrelevant history.

Ay, cómo trabajaban las chicas entonces; antes del amanecer ya estaban en pie, muertas de sueño, para disponer veinte o treinta fuegos. Barrer, fregar, limpiar y pulir se hacía sólo para volver a hacerlo. Lavar montañas de vajilla y cubertería, corretear escaleras arriba y abajo; y aquellas campanillas irascibles que empezaban a resonar como en una rabieta… Justo cuando lograbas sentarte un instante.

Barely halfway back, exhaustion sets in. What if I don't make it? An edge of panic gets intercepted by a calmer inner voice: Look behind you.

What if Naomi grew weary of having her come down to the kitchen for chats?

It is useless work that darkens the heart.

You can only suck up to a very finite number of people. A couple of slurps, and you're done.