Quotes About Exhaustion

I climbed like a billion stairs... its not like I can take them two at a time.

The Hardy Boys burned me out. I was recharging my batteries. It was time to return to work, but it was tough because my visibility was low

When you first start writing a song, it's fun, then when you start recording it, it's fun, but by the time you've finished recording it, you're sick of it.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

The best time to listen to a politician is when he's on a stump on a street corner in the rain late at night when he's exhausted. Then he doesn't lie.

To tell you the truth, man, we spend most of the time travelling in hotels, in festivals, in concert halls, clubs, airports. The most unenjoyable part is all the security at airports.

If you win the rat race, you're still a rat.

I was wearied to death with small talk—nothing wears me out like that. I cannot imagine how they can go on as they do.

He was constantly, pathologically, insanely busy. That's how he afforded the wine.

But there's the catch. I'd like to live that seemingly carefree and happy life for an evening, a few days, a week. At the end of that week I'd be exhausted, and would be grateful to the first person to talk to me about something meaningful. I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

First I showered off that horrible butt smell you get from being on an airplane. [p. 257]

The beginning of forgiveness is often exhaustion. You're pooped; thank God.

She told me not long ago, "I'm not suicidal, but sometimes I wish I was dead." This is the point beyond exhaustion, when you can't see how you'll ever fill up again. And then she does, through what she calls lunch-money faith: nothing dramatic, and just enough.

They waited until I was asleep, then roused themselves, exhausted as swimmers, grey between the empty trees. Their hair in tufts, open sores where ears used to be, grubs twisting from their chests. The grotesque remains of incomplete lives, the embodied complexities of desires eternally denied.

We have had three appalling weeks, the kind one hardly believes while one is going through it. And afterwards, as now, it seems quite unbelievable—except for the inexplicable weariness. Written down it sounds merely funny.

I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn't do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn't give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.

I didn't quite understand about last night," he said. "What was that? Can we talk about it?" His voice was meek but pushy, Willa thought, and she didn't feel like answering him, but she knew he would keep on pressing her until she did. So she shrugged again and said, "I was just overtired, I guess.

Time to get off the social media merry-go-round that goes faster and faster but never gets anywhere.

Finally, nausea at my own ballooning sense of self wore me down and I slept. (17)

do whatever it was they expected her to do because they were always expecting her to do something more or be something more until it didn't feel like there was enough of her left to go around.

4. On the first night of our honeymoon we lie in bed, too exhausted for sex or conversation. Instead, we listen to the surf, wave after wave after wave.

How do you feel? (Maggie) Like I got hit by a bus that decided to back up a few times and make sure it finished the job. I think it must have ground its tires on my ribs during the last run. You know, just in case I might actually want to breathe again in my lifetime. (Wren)

How old are you?" – Nick "That many zeros and you just get tired of counting." – Caleb

Have you ever wanted to put your head in a blender and turn on the liquefy switch? (Tate)