Quotes About Exhaustion

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included." Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious.

There was so much to do. No time for sleeping. But he was so, so tired.…

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank,

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank, falling

After hours of work, they finally found an address through someone Jorge called "a friend of a friend of an enemy's enemy." By that time it was late and they all crashed for the night;

it seemed like he'd just dozed off. Or passed out was probably more accurate.

Everybody was asleep. Everybody except me, James Herriot, creeping sore and exhausted towards another spell of hard labour. Why the hell had I ever decided to become a country vet? I must have been crazy to pick a job where you worked seven days a week and through the night as well. Sometimes I felt as though the practice was a malignant, living entity; testing me, trying me out; putting the pressure on more and more to see just when at what point I would drop down dead.

Without a complete view of sin, people can burn out in their pursuit of pleasure.

after the birth of her first child. It read: "Full of unexplainable love. And exhausted to the bone." Some things are difficult to describe, even for the most articulate, and sometimes the descriptions seem contradictory. It's hard to put big experiences into words.

birth of her first child. It read: "Full of unexplainable love. And exhausted to the bone." Some things are difficult to describe, even for the most articulate, and sometimes the descriptions seem contradictory. It's hard to put big experiences into words.

The rule-making capacity of infinite players is often challenged by the impingement of powerful boundaries against their play-such as physical exhaustion, or the loss of material resources, or the hostility of non-players, or death.

The basic idea here is that for most people will power is a limited resource: if we spend lots of energy controlling our impulses in one area, it becomes harder to control our impulses in others. Or, as the psychologist Roy Baumeister puts it, will power is like a muscle: overuse temporarily exhausts it.

my endless cramming felt a lot more like self destruction than any glue-sniffing I'd ever done;

She had known it all the time: I'm so enormously exhausted, so utterly, basically tired, and in fibre of myself, that to know I haven't got to go through with living is like a reprieve. How extraordinary! And every one of these people, with the possible exception of this exuberant young man, is terrified that the machine is going to crash, and yet we all trooped obediently into it. So perhaps we all feel the same way?

We all nourish truth with our tongues not in sour-batter words that never take shape nor line-driven stories bent to skirt the edge of our great exhaustion, desire, and doubt. We all use simply the words of our own lives to say what we really want, to lie spent on our lovers, put teeth to all we hate, to strain the juice of our history between what has been allowed and what has always been denied, the active desire to take hold of the root.

He drove until emotional exhaustion left him empty as a gourd. Until no tears, no rage, no pity had meaning for him.

Well. On which aspect of our ill-advised doings are we about to lecture each other? I have very little to say. As I recall, I exhausted the matter on several other occasions.

I don't like to see things done badly on either. At the moment, I am tired of journeys. It is time I arrived somewhere.

He had ridden through the night, without rest and without sleep, for this. It ought, surely, to give someone a moment of wry amusement. He understood—but then he had always understood—how Richard had felt at Philorth.

I've had the sort of day that would make St. Francis of Assisi kick babies.

I've had the sort of day that would make Saint Francis of Assisi kick babies.

Now. Having saved the entire human race from extinction I could do with a pizza. What say you to such a proposal?

flashed one of those grins of his which always made people think he'd been overdoing things recently and should try to get some rest.