Quotes About Exhaustion

I just completed a tour in Europe. I played every night. This requires traveling some days for six hours in a van or a train or a car. After six weeks of that, I checked into the hotel and just fell apart.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

The book was long, and difficult to read, and Klaus became more and more tired as the night wore on. Occasionally his eyes would close. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

The trouble with being patient is that eventually you get tired of it.

Klaus became more and more tired as the night wore on. Occasionally his eyes would close. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over.

People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one.

Mythology has accepted him, images he cannot really believe in, images brief as dreams. The sweat rolls down his arms. He tumbles into the damp leaves of love, he rises clean as air. There is nothing about her he does not adore. When they are finished, she lies quiet and limp, exhausted by it all. She has become entirely his, and they lie like drunkards, their bare limbs crossed. In the cold distance the bells begin, filling the darkness, clear as psalms.

One of the most insidious and probably profoundly dangerous coping mechanisms that we have absolutely glommed on to as a culture is staying busy," she tells me. "And the whole unconscious idea behind it is 'If I stay busy enough, I will never know the truth of how absolutely pissed off I am, how resentful I am, how exhausted I am from juggling everything.

I am worn out with civility.

Even pleasure, you know, is fatiguing…

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night, and with nothing to say. But with you there may be peace. You will not want to be talked to. Let us have the luxury of silence.

I must move," said she; "resting fatigues me.

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night with nothing to say.

I hadn't showered for days, Jack hadn't stopped crying in as many, and I was wondering what the return policy was on an infant.

And, then, sometime between December 26 and January 1, the festivity ends and I straggle back to my apartment feeling exhausted, broke, and somehow lonelier than before. This is when I start wondering if it might not be better for everyone if Christmas were an event staged every four years, like the Olympics. But

When we are tired, everything seems so very much worse.

I am not menopausal. I just wanted half an hour alone. Is that too much to ask? A crappy half hour!

Stop the planet. I want to get off.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....

She was tired, her nerves stripped like wires, the red and white. She felt like a saint with the arrows shit through, she was bleeding to death.

Human nerves quickly get accustomed to the most unusual conditions and circumstances and I noticed that quite a number of men actually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion in the trenches, in spite of the roaring of the cannon about us and the whizzing of shrapnel over our heads.

When I get time off, my brain is just, that's it. I sit. I veg. People will think that I'm upset or not happy, but I'm just exhausted. I'm just zoned out.