Quotes About Exhaustion

Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die. He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did while Beth Adams rattled off breastfeeding statistics, her baby sucking industriously, mouth fully around the entire areola, as Sam was quick to point out, finger outlining the area in question. Corbin was speechless. -Corbin at Baby Boot Camp

The thirty-minute nap. When I heard a key in the door, I'd jump up, throw cold water on my face, smooth my clothes, pull the bedspread taut, stagger into the kitchen, and throw an onion in the oven. When my husband mentioned the chenille marks on my face, I'd lie and say, "It's bad skin.

He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

The earth gets tired of being exploited.

The moving of the boulders was weary and painful work. We came to know every one of the stones by sight and touch, and I have vivid memories of their angular peculiarities even to-day.

Marian found all this feminist generalisation and assertion both tedious and exhausting.

Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.

It's always taken a lot out of me, being smart.

I feel so tired, so tired . . . worn out, heavy. I've got indigestion and my tummy's all blown out. I feel sleepy all the time.

Everything drains from my body. There's no thrill of being right. It's just an overwhelming sense of dread.

I come away depleted of everything because they just suck me dry, because I tune in to all their moods and, boy, are there some undercurrents there!

As soon as the war ended, Churchill immediately set about writing The World Crisis. It was to be packed with lessons for the future. 'No war is so sanguinary as the war of exhaustion,' he wrote. 'No plan could be more unpromising than the plan of frontal attack. Yet on these two brutal expedients the military authorities of France and Britain consumed, during three successive years, the flower of their national manhood.

I have beaten the Russian and Austrian army commanded by the two emperors. I am a little tired.

It was too early for me to interact with the living, and in spite of my general fondness for Sera, she still was another entity and thus a toll on my exhausted mind.

Tashday, the first day of classes. I hadn't been murdered in the middle of the night. Success! I didn't feel that successful, though. I felt exhausted, cranky, and a little bit numb.

No', he thought. 'I don't want it to be like that. I'm tired. Too tired to accept the perspective of endings which are beginnings, and starting everything over again.

No descansó al séptimo día. Al séptimo día se cansó.

It no longer seemed to me important that I had been duped. I was so tired of not apportioning blame that I could no longer see where it was due.

She felt she had followed him enough, it had been such an enormous strain, always pushing against her grain, it had drained her of too much strength, now she could only collapse, inevitably collapse.

I know who I am until somebody questions it, and then I have to start all over again. It's exhausting.

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.

And miles to go before I sleep . . .