Quotes About Weary

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world.

Everything I did felt heavy and difficult—drying the dishes, kneeling for evening prayers, even pulling down the sheets to get into bed.

Nothing can match the elation of the chronically melancholy when joy arrives. But before being allowed to arrive, it must lay siege to the weary heart. Let me in, it mews, it bellows. The heart must be forced.

The mere thought of trying to attract a suitor was exhausting.

I'm just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream.

He sounded as if he might be amused by the notion if he were not so weary.

Prayer is the weary soul of Herod's dancer, Dancing before blind kings without applause.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

The evening laid its cool palm against his weary brow as if feeling for a temperature.

As he contemplates the bowl of meatballs, his body emits a weary sound, a Yiddish sound, halfway between a belch and a lamentation.

She looked hard-shell and maybe a little weary for so early in the day, the way lady cops and hookers

We tire differently if we love or love not.

I had come to realize that I didn't have any feelings towards the AT that weren't thoroughly contradictory. I was weary of the trail, but captivated by it; found the endless slog increasingly exhausting but ever invigorating; grew tired of the boundless woods but admired their boundlessness; enjoyed the escape from civilization and ached for its comforts. All of this together, all at once, every moment, on the trail or off.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the vain search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

She needed a nap already, and it was not yet ten o'clock.

soy un fue y un será y un es cansado...

I am growing so very tired.

Do we feel dry, weary, filled with a sense of failure? In the twinkle of an eye we can relate our mood to Jesus Who one day felt the same way and collapsed exhausted by a well in Samaria. I can invite this tired Jesus into my very discouragement: "Jesus, here I am, whipped, wiped out, in the pits, and all Yours." —The Relentless Tenderness of Jesus

For those who feel their lives are a grave disappointment to God, it requires enormous trust and reckless, raging confidence to accept that the love of Christ knows no shadow of alteration or change. When Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy burdened," He assumed we would grow weary, discouraged, and disheartened along the way.

Nothing is more tiresome than a superannuated pedagogue.

It is getting toward dinner time and people are straggling back to their rooms with that weary, dejected air which comes from earning a living honestly.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.