Quotes About Wearied

When men have become heartily wearied of licentious anarchy, their eagerness has been proportionately great to embrace the opposite extreme of rigorous despotism.

I am wearied, as if I lacked a home to go to.

The princess hardly showed herself; Anna was English, besides being more or less of a lunatic — the combination, when you came to think of it, was alarming, — and they soon wearied of pouring into each other's highly sceptical ears descriptions of the splendours of their prosperous days.

But the present generation, wearied by its chimerical efforts, relapses into complete indolence. Its condition is that of a man who has only fallen asleep towards morning: first of all come great dreams, then a feeling of laziness, and finally a witty or clever excuse for remaining in bed.

It wearied Carter to see how solemnly people tried to make earthly reality out of old myths which every step of their boasted science confuted.

I am sick of defending myself, and I am not going to keep on doing it.

To which end grace me with thine arms, since any shadow seen Of thy resemblance, all the pow'r of perjur'd Troy will fly, And so our tired friends will breathe: our fresh-set-on supply Will easily drive their wearied off.

Rage has limited uses and serious flaws. It cuts off reason and displaces constructive action with mindless theater. Besides, absorbing the lies, untruths, both transparent and nuanced, of governments, their hypocrisy so polished it does not even care if it is revealed, can lead to a wearied and raveled mind.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

I am fatigued; but it is not the sort of fatigue–quick walking will refresh me. Miss Woodhouse, we all know at times what it is to be wearied in spirits.

Arnolphe. Were you not wearied? Agnès. I am never wearied. Arnolphe. What did you do then, these nine or ten days? Agnès. Six shirts, I think, and six nightcaps also.