Quotes About Exhaustion

THE END OF a case is always long, tedious, and anticlimactic

Love was the thing that kept a person going past exhaustion, beyond reason, after hope was at its end. Grit

I don't sleep, have not slept in sixteen years—

Bitter cups of coffee, my life and my trip measured out like Prufrock's in coffee spoons, clothes sweaty, smelly, bra strap digging into flesh, eyes reddened, gritty as if circled with sand, sour taste in mouth, intermittent heartburn

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.

... men of power are seldom protected from their own infirmities by the men subordinate to them -- not even in the sad circumstances of mental exhaustion.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

I think the deafness affects me more than I realise I think it makes me more tired. I loathe parties. I attend, smile and leave.

I wouldn't call myself successful, just obsessively exhausted. The music makes me smile, the movies make me feel humbled, and the comedy saves my life every day.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

Long-protracted suffering is apt to exhaust not only the invalid, but the compassion of others; violent emotions cannot be prolonged endlessly.

A heavy slumber enlocked his body; but, as always with men who have long deprived themselves of sleep, he could not sleep at once.

In population losses on this scale, the toll is usually a composite of figures from one or more of four closely connected sources: (1) murder; (2) starvation, exhaustion, and exposure; (3) disease; and (4) a plummeting birth rate. In the worst period in the Congo, the long rubber boom, it came in abundance from all four:

but the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

All the effort went into getting there and then I had nothing left. I thought I'd got somewhere, then I found I had to go on.

His dreams have taken hold of his research. His dreams have worn him out, exhausted him so that he sometimes cannot tell whether he is awake or asleep.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.

I certainly didn't feel like writing anymore. I couldn't explain why, but the only emotion that I could arouse were feelings of anger and after staying mad all day and half the night, I was just plain tired. Mad at what? Just about everything, for just about everything was done wrong or it wasn't done perfectly. Since nothing but perfection was acceptable, I stayed mad.

So many unsaid things collect in the soul, so much exhaustion and irritation lie as a heavy burden on the psyche. And you must, you must unburden your spiritual world or risk a collapse. Sometimes you feel like screaming, but you control yourself and just babble some nonsense.

I'm an only child, and it wasn't always easy. There were a lot of games that were hard to play. Like catch. God, that was tiring.

You start by being idealistic, morally strong if you will, but then the rock of your moral strength is eroded, bit by bit, until you're, well, exhausted, and you do things that you never thought you would. Or you do things that you always feared you would.

Life is one long process of getting tired.

Few things in life match the thrill of a marathon.