Quotes About Exhaustion

I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.

The pointlessness of that, the pressure of that, almost got to me again. The waste of it all.

Exhaustion had become a bright, shining star, and now, now, now, in the beating of her heart, it wasn't even exhaustion. It became something more exalted and debased and she felt as if she was floating over it, and all she wanted was to sleep for a million years, but she could not.

En ocasiones las personas ofrecen su luz pero esta parpadea y es extremadamente tenue, porque nunca antes se ha ocupado nadie de ellas. Porque han dado demasiado de sí mismos y ya no les queda nada.

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At the root of the shy temperament is a deep fear of social judgment, one so severe it can sometimes be crippling. Introverted people don't worry unduly about whether they'll be found wanting, they just find too much socializing exhausting and would prefer either to be alone or in the company of a select few people.

Our primary defaults are exhaustion and guilt. Meanwhile, we have beautiful lives begging to be really lived, really enjoyed, really applauded

A sleep-deprived wizard is a truly dangerous thing.

The amount of all the pretending she'll have to do exhausts her.

And I am so tired. All the time. The kind of tired where you feel like you're being tugged down into the earth's core. Still. I look for moments of joy. When I see my children laughing. When I see something through their eyes, something I've seen a thousand times before and thought was stupid but now it's awesome. I think kids exist mostly to remind us that not everything is stupid. That there's still discovery in the world.

Lying perfectly still, they would gaze at each other in thick exhaustion and nothing would seem to divide them: they could float inside each other freely as fish drifting through windows of underwater castles.

skin-that smooth plump sweetly fragrant sac upon which life scrawls the record of our failures and exhaustion

The monkey's face had more emotions than a human's: curiosity, pity, exhaustion, like he'd already seen too much. Danny had to look away.

He replayed the moment--an old disquieting conundrum that clouded whatever new thought had been trying to form. Abruptly, he was exhausted, as if he'd been walking for days--as if he'd wandered too far from his own life to reenter it.

You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I'm convinced it should be an Olympic sport.

Actively hating your newfound popularity with a fiery passion can really take a lot out off you

Tell her what she wants to hear. But I don't because suddenly I can't do it anymore. She's exhausting and I'm exhausting, and we're exhausting. I've been telling her what she wants to hear for the past four years.

Here, on a human face, appeared all the ruin following upon hopeless labour. Laveuve's unkempt beard straggled over his features, suggesting an old horse that is no longer cropped; his toothless jaws were quite askew, his eyes were vitreous, and his nose seemed to plunge into his mouth. But above all else one noticed his resemblance to some beast of burden, deformed by hard toil, lamed, worn to death, and now only good for the knackers.

a world where the same fatigue and the same fever played over every face.

la machine ronflait, crachait, comme une bête qu'on surmène, avec des sursauts, des coups de reins, où l'on aurait cru entendre craquer ses membres.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

I can't rest now, Nelly, although I'm so tired. You may as well tell a man who's struggling through the sea to rest within an arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.

Parenting can be a real drain, even when sharing the misery with a spouse. Alone it was hard as fuck.