Quotes About Exhaustion

Are you out of your fucking mind? I just got back and I can barely stand on my own. What do you want me to do? Bleed on them? (Fang)

So how are you feeling this morning?" – Nick "Like I got my ass kicked by a bunch of psycho demons." – Caleb

It was a typical day of suckage and blowage.' (Chris)

Quinn gave up thinking. If he could take his head off and shove it in a deep freeze right now, he would.' – Quinn

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

I do like touring but my life sort of starts to fall apart under it after a certain point. So you just have to stop. And it's hard to.

You really get tired in one area of your life, and then you start questioning your whole existence.

You know, if my life was a horse, I'd shoot it. (Susan)

I have a lot on my plate. I'm not going to lie about it, I'm tired. I'm really tired but I'm also very happy with my life.

My whole life was writing, recording and touring over and over again. At some point I realised I wasn't enjoying myself any more.

I've never done so much bloody crying in my life. I was always moaning about how hard it was when we were shooting, how awful I felt.

I mean, when you're tired of book reviews, you're tired of life.

Today's competitiveness, so much imposed from without, is exhausting, not exhilarating; is unending-a part of one's social life, one's solitude, one's sleep, one's sleeplessness.

Even though modern life in many ways is nothing short of exhausting, we need to take responsibility for what is necessary to combat the stress and exhaustion of modern life.

People are so tired. The world is set up to exhaust you and drain you. That's how humankind has devised their world. Life is not necessarily that way

La sensación de estar cometiendo un pecado estaba bien para pasar un rato, pero al final resultaba agotador.

For five years Isaac had been working eighteen hours a day.

También había conocido entonces el inconfundible olor del agotamiento, como si la fatiga poseyera un aroma propio.

Tennis really is single combat, and it's exhausting to be a gladiator.

Time should have stopped with the clocks but instead it moved in a glazed dream of tiredness without their ticking insistence.

My feet hurt, I was light-headed with stress and bad meals, and the idea of perhaps eating real food and sitting in a chair-- or even sleeping in a bed!-- sounded like bliss.

My spring is broken, and a separate exertion is necessary for the lifting up of each — and then it falls down again. I never felt so before: there is no wonder that I should feel so now. Nevertheless, I don't give up much to the pernicious languor — the tendency to lie down to sleep among the snows of a weary journey — I don't give up much to it. Only I find it sometimes at the root of certain negligences — for instance, of this toward you.

Shipping is a terrible thing to do to vegetables. They probably get jet-lagged, just like people.

I can't turn on the television without seeing me, or open the newspaper without seeing me and, honestly, I'm sick to death of me.