Quotes About Exhaustion

The last thing you want to do is play a long gig on a hot night, pass out, and wind up in a hospital emergency room.

When I was working for Radio 1 in Ibiza I stayed in a horrible place with a tiny window and really noisy air conditioning - the last thing you need in Ibiza, where you're often a little bit the worse for wear at the end of the night.

Talent and skill goes out the window after eight or nine rounds.

The idea of windows, that's so symbolic to me within labor. And I'm always opening windows during a birth. If someone's been in labor all night and they're exhausted and sort of over it, opening a window or drawing a curtain can change the game. And sometimes the doula is the first one to suggest it.

I like drinking wine. Since I travel a lot in the league, I like to sit down with my wife and have a meal and share a glass of wine. We're exhausted, especially when our kids are acting crazy, but that cheers, that connection, is what wine is for my family and my friends. It's a part of who we are.

Left wing, right wing, I am wingless and tired of trying to fly. Here comes the ground.

When you get to the end of a TV series, you feel totally out of sorts as an actor. You feel unfit; your voice box has collapsed on you because you've spent all day muttering into a microphone that's two inches from your head, and you feel desperate to spread your wings and do a bit of real thesping.

I think I went on a nice winning streak of about 20 fights until I fought Jorge Reyes and he stopped me in 6 rounds after I punched myself out.

I'd be getting texts from my mates saying they'd just got into a club in Liverpool with a fake ID, and what was I doing? I'd have just finished a 20-hour day and be sitting in a hotel room, starving.

In his writing about communism's insidiousness, Mi?osz referenced a 1932 novel, Insatiability. In it, Polish writer Stanis?aw Witkiewicz wrote of a near-future dystopia in which the people were culturally exhausted and had fallen into decadence. A Mongol army from the East threatened to overrun them.

The sunlight bores the daylights out of me

I remember her body so miraculously Fumbling with me so delicately Fighting with me so passionately Exhausting us both so mercilessly Before sleeping beside me so languidly.

I do live like a rock star, but it's not as great as it sounds. It's a lot of traveling.

I had given up my seat before, but this day, I was especially tired. Tired from my work as a seamstress, and tired from the ache in my heart.

When it really turned cold, I caught the disease of unfixed dread. I was weary, bedraggled, and my brain had stalled

Why did you stay so faithful? Oh, I wasn't so good—I was just tired of them. Men. They're stressful. You'll see.

whenever they get a chance, never fear, people make you waste hours and months ... they use you as a wall to bounce their bullshit off of ... blah! and blah! and blahblahblah! ... you put up with it for an hour, you'll need two weeks to recover ... blah! blah!

Maybe what makes life so terribly fatiguing is nothing other than the enormous effort we make for twenty years, forty years, and more, to be reasonable, to avoid being simply, profoundly ourselves, that is, vile, ghastly, absurd. It's the nightmare of having to represent the halt subhuman we were fobbed off with as a small-size universal ideal, a superman from morning to night.

Hay que pelear contra la desgracia con la misma fuerza que ella, hasta cansarla

I was so tired when I set out that hard as I tried I couldn't properly visualize my own murder, I couldn't fill in the details.

I lived on anger, but it's the kind of fuel that uses you up even when it's pushing you forward.

He was maxed out. He had no resources left to do anything else. That's what happens when you're tired. Your decision-making skills erode. You start missing things—things that you would pick up on any other day.

That's what happens when you're tired. Your decision-making skills erode. You start missing things—things that you would pick up on any other day.

Trying to get information out of someone you are sleep-depriving is sort of like trying to get a better signal out of a radio that you are smashing with a sledgehammer.