Quotes About Exhaustion

Mr. Ravenel is here on a business matter, and the tenants need his attention far more than we do." "But Kathleen," Cassandra said in concern, "we mustn't let him work himself into exhaustion." Kathleen burst out laughing. "Darling, I doubt he's ever worked a day in his life. Let's not distract him on his first attempt.

This is what Helen has learned: it is possible to be so tired you cannot reach for the sky, you cannot breathe. You can't even talk. You can't pick up the phone. You can't do a dish or dance or cook or do up your own zipper.

Things could be worse is wearing thin. I'm exhausted. I'm confused. I am effectively talking to the air.

just a stub. Her eyes are weary and

I firmly believe that any man's finest hours--his greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear--is the moment when he has worked his heart out in good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle--victorious.

She was tired, her back was aching, and her life was.

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them.

Tilly: How are you doing? Quinn: I'm thirty months pregnant, how do you think I'm doing? I'm peeing every two seconds and eating the house.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

It gets too hot in there after a long test," he told Ehren. "The air gets all squishy." "It's called humidity, Tavi," Ehren said. "I haven't slept in almost two days. It's squishy.

I longed for my bed. I longed for sleep.

The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead.

Goddamn but her mind was so exhausted with trying to hold the world together, tired of being the living glue for herself, as if she let go, great pieces of her life would shatter and fall off in mockery of the apocalypse.

By early February my world had considerably lightened because I spent all day seeing rather than reading or thinking, the latter of which comprised mostly of shortsighted rehearsals of questionable conclusions. This all could easily be allowed to dissipate into the landscape because I was exhausted by the fraudulence of my hard work.

It occurred to me that dancing for Cynthia was the same as the pleasure I took in manual labor or fishing. Maybe everyone was better off in a state of physical exhaustion.

Because I had been tired too long and quarrelsome too much and too often frightened of migraine and failure and the days getting shorter

A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.

You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.

School means work and work means death. Let's all go take a nap.

There is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

You couldn't see it and I got tired of trying to show you...

This isn't an office-It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

I can't sleep and I am now at the point of being angry-tired! I could seriously scream right about now!