Quotes About Exhaustion

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. (...) It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash it again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort or another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

Already she feels jaded. Weary, and gladly tired and old.

If I had to strain my brain with any more of that stuff I would go mad.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

Sun, seeping through the blinds, filled my bedroom with a sulfurous light. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I felt one big twitch of exhaustion.

I hadn't slept for seven nights. My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour.

Being with Jody and Mark and Cal was beginning to weigh on my nerves, like a dull wooden block on the strings of a piano. I was afraid that at any moment my control would snap, and I would start babbling about how I couldn't read and couldn't write and how I must be just about the only person who had stayed awake for a solid month without dropping dead of exhaustion.

As he slipped away he heard his own cradled heartbeat, muffled though it was in the tickling wool of exhaustion.

The prince's weary features looked like parchment pulled over bone;

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

Then everybody wept, Or sat, too exhausted to weep, Or lay, too hurt to weep.

I learned that being a mother takes a lot of energy.

Here's the thing about motherhood. It exhausts you and thrills you. It kicks you in the butt, and the very next second makes you feel like a superstar. Most of all, it teaches you to be selfless.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

Cómo cansa ser todo el tiempo uno mismo.

Casi siempre tuve que abrir los ojos a la ceniza de un amanecer, buscar una bata fría y ver llegar la fatiga anterior a todo esfuerzo, el sabor a pizarra de un día interminable. No sé vivir sin cansancio, sin dormir; no sé por qué la noche odia mi sueño y lo combate, murciélagos afrontados sobre mi cuerpo desnudo.

Nada de perros aquí! ¡Ya tengo bastante con ustedes!

I'm tired of thinking and I'm really tired of Feeling. —Jenna Richards

boredom was as exhausting as backbreaking labor.

You breathe nonstop, like a marathon runner, but it doesn't help.

On the day of victory, no man is tired. -Arab proverb

Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.