Quotes About Tiredness

I got weary," Cal says. "Bone-weary." He did. Every morning got to be like waking up with the flu, knowing he had to trek miles up a mountain.

overtaken every afternoon by a need for sleep so intense it was almost painful.

He was always on the verge of sleep, a middle area that provided no rest.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

upset. Perhaps it is because you have not been sleeping

I need your help with Ant. He won't understand." "I don't understand. This is America. How can this be happening to us?" "Hard times," Elsa said. "That's a darn lie." "Language, Loreda," Mom said tiredly.

He looked tired, exhausted even, but it was as if this were the specific thing that had exhausted him, not ordinary everyday matters but one single all-consuming care; it was obviously a fatigue born out of decades of vigilance, exhaustion owing to the knowledge that any moment he might be killed by that immeasurable weight of fat.

cold glassy surface of reality. I saw the gentle bookish boy you must have been, made old with tedium, wasted effort, unacknowledged kindnesses. I saw the tired, struggling righteousness of you. You were starving for want of love. You were a delicate, civilised changeling, raised among barbarians and apemen.

A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.

unfortunate enough to bump into Justine too. She didn't look as if she'd slept much either. He

I spend several days at a time without enough sleep. At first, normal activities become annoying. When you are too tired to eat, you really need some sleep. A few days later, things become strange. Loud noises become louder and more startling, familiar sounds become unfamiliar, and life reinvents itself as a surrealist dream.

It was easy to be nice to an attractive woman over a dinner table. The despair came later, with children and tiredness and the sheer drudgery of marriage and monogamy.

I an not tired, but the night is coming.

I like it,he said at length. You're putting a lot of yourself into this place. Shall I tell you just what your approval means to me? Diana asked, not bothering to smother a yawn.

We now know that in life no obstacle can block, it can only impede; that tiredness is an incident not a finality.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

Lavorare stanca.

It was not a reckless manner, the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast-sailing clouds, nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance. It was the settled manner of a tired man, who had wandered and struggled and got lost, but who at length struck into his road and saw its end.

The sleep deprivation doesn't help. My eyes feel heavy these days, my movements lumbering, my brain fueled by adrenaline but unfocused, sloppy.

Mom wouldn't be home until late, and both Georgia and Bear were asleep by nine—Georgia because she's a kid, and Bear because he's always so tired after a long day of NOT working. I'm

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.