Quotes About Exhaustion

Being himself was more exhausting than impersonating a stage character.

Living is like being tired and not being able to sleep.

I am absolutely tired of literature; only muteness keeps me company.

But I'm exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.

He is tired out from the effort of deciphering the world. Tired from the effort of smiling at the foe.

I had read all the books so hard that when I gave them back the print was faint and gray with exhaustion

This is what Henry does. He uses people up. He takes all they give him and more. When he is finished with them he is noisier and fatter and they are husks or corpses.

His displeasure! I am sure I have displeased him, he thinks. Look how he steamed and glared, that day I took a holiday. Look how he pawed the ground and rolled his eyes. This is what Henry does. He uses people up. He takes all they give him and more. When he is finished with them he is noisier and fatter and they are husks or corpses.

Brain Juice was a recipe invented by Eve years before, when she had had to stay awake all day to look after Caddy and Indigo and Saffron, and all night to take care of the fragile and impermanent baby Rose. It was Coca-Cola with a great deal of instant coffee stirred into it. It was black and frothy and gritty, and it tasted like a primitive, medieval poison, but it banished sleep like magic.

The man continued looking at me, refusing to comment. Uncle Mahmoud tried to speak for him: "Who can blame him? He's tired of people.

I heard you've been having some problems with your girlfriend." Headmistress Northcutt says. "No," I say. "Not at all." Audrey broke up with me after the winter holiday, exhausted by my moodiness. It's impossible to have problems with a girlfriend who's no longer mine.

The more exhausted I let myself get, the more I'll slip up. Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run-down. I know it, and yet, there is always so much more to do.

So Charlie fell back on the family tradition of mostly ignoring the situation and occasionally, guiltily, suggesting that her sister try to go to bed earlier. Acting like her problem was insomnia. Like they both didn't know Posey was drinking buckets of coffee and maybe popping Adderall to stave off exhaustion.

You ran away,' he said. 'I want to run away.' I shifted into a more comfortable position. It wasn't that I'd run. I hadn't had anywhere else but here to go. My fingers plucked at a piece of grass. He had everything, didn't he? 'Why?' I asked again. 'Because I am tired of people trying to assassinate me.

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion.

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

Her head was throbbing. The events of the last twenty-four hours were too much. She wanted to curl up in a dark hole and maybe engage in some screaming therapy.

Like the moth whose feet are caught in the molten wax of a candle, Rouget rapidly used up his remaining energy.

My God, she despised spaghetti bolognese. Night after night after night, plate after plate after plate. The laundry, the ironing, the mopping, the sweeping, the driving. She'd never resented it at the time but now she resented every moment, every single bloody lamb chop.

They'd been too tired to keep sharpening the edges of their hurt feelings.

Looking after the baby is like taking some sort of terrifying, never-ending practical exam. All she does is respond to what the baby is doing. Feed baby. Change baby. Wash baby. Keep baby alive. Prepare for when baby wakes again.

night's sleep!' she said. 'Every day I think, gosh you look a bit tired today, and it's just recently occurred to me that it's not that I'm tired,

He did nothing that he wasn't obliged to do because the effort of existence exhausted him. He slept whenever he could. Getting up each morning was like moving his limbs through thick mud.