Quotes About Weary

Weary and a little desperate, but also high-hearted. He turned off the lights.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Without rest in the darkness, Weary as the tired night, My soul Empty as the silence, Empty with a vague, Aching emptiness, Desiring, Needing someone, Something.

Weary, Weary, Trouble, pain. Sun's gonna shine Somewhere Again.

Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

Lavorare stanca.

Aubade" And yet— It is not the radiance of the dawn which stings my weary eyes, but the memory of yester-eve's touch as I must leave you now trembling, like the leaves with Light Outlandos D'Amour (2008)

Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right. In the general experience, everybody has been wrong so often, and it has taken in most instances such a weary while to find out how wrong, that the authority is proved to be fallible.

The words were still in his hearing as just spoken—distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life—when the weary passenger started to the consciousness of daylight, and found that the shadows of the night were gone.

If the knitter is weary the baby will have no new bonnet.

BABYLON — where I go dreaming When I weary of to-day, Weary of a world grown grey.

Sleep was like a phantom I was too tired to chase.

Thomas was in his usual spot near the fireplace. With his wrinkled clothes and weary demeanor, he looked like a recently fired executive in the middle of a drinking binge.

Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before your grief is other than discreet. The intellectual damn Will nurse your half-hurt. Quickly you are well. But weary. How you yawn, have yet to see Why nothing exhausts you like this sympathy

rather like a tired ghost after a long and exhausting spell of haunting.

Every day lasts a year. I never enjoy anything. And every morning when I wake up I dread having to face the world again.

Are you not weary of ardent ways? Tell no more of enchanted days.

him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his

It was lovely to be tired.

Visi atrodÄ— pavargÄ™ nuo gyvenimo, dar nepradÄ—jÄ™ gyventi.

Womb? Weary? He rests. He has travelled. With? Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both [29]our hearts : secrets weary of their tyranny : tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Not far from the porch of the club a harpist stood in the roadway, playing to a little ring of listeners. He plucked at the wires heedlessly, glancing quickly from time to time at the face of each new-comer and from time to time, wearily also, at the sky. His harp too, heedless that her coverings had fallen about her knees seemed weary alike of the eyes of strangers and of her master's hands.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Berta. My wound tires me.