Quotes About Exhaustion

In its current incarnation in my life touring is a lot of airports and hotels and car services and only OK food.

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.

It wasn't my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

This is the true joy in life the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap.

Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come. It won't be the end of all things to come.

Worldly life (sansar) means to get tired and to rest.

I wanted to stay locked away from the pain and destruction. I didn't want to be strong. I didn't want to be the 'smart girl'. I was so very tired. I just wanted it all to be over.

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn't really a smile at all, and they went on.

If you don't have a lot of energy, and you are called upon to give to your youngest several times a minute (preschoolers demand some form of attention 180 times per hour, behavioral psychologists say), you quickly exhaust your reservoir of good will toward your spouse.

I would always need a northern bite in my blood if I were to survive the writer's recurrent ailment: exhaustion. A jumbo Judy Garland at five in the morning would not ultimately nourish me as much as a plate of jellied eels in Margate. I felt a stabbing wave of homesickness.

El esfuerzo que hemos dedicado a intentar que suceda nos ha dejado agotados mental y emocionalmente

Every increased possession loads us with new weariness.

When I am tired, it is easy to believe that my exhaustion is the reason I am depressed and lonely and uninspired. But when I am well-rested, I can realize that these negative feelings are not a result of too little sleep. They are a result of my being a miserable, hopeless, misanthropic wretch.

Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed.

He was drained of feeling, and he felt very old and tired.

The Rosalie really did not want to go like the clappers and performed its usual consumptive drama every time we came to an uphill slope, coughing and gasping like a dying Dickens heroine, and finally just stopped—engine still gasping a bit but the car just stopped. Simply could not move forward up the hill. Choke full out but cylinders firing pathetically as though we were trying to make the poor thing run on nothing but air.

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

They danced to beat back the fear. They danced after hearing someone else they knew had died in a foreign land or was reported missing in action. They danced to be so exhausted they could sleep. They danced to shut off the voices, the questions, the uncertainty.

I'm too exhausted to sleep

Tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint

I worked really hard, maybe too hard, but it felt like there was an unstoppable momentum behind me that carried me on no matter how exhausted I was, that drove me through any kind of setback.

Ser simple agota.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.