Quotes About Weary

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

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,/ The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,/ The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,/ And leaves the world to darkness and to me./

O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Ransie was a narrow six feet of sallow brown skin and yellow hair. The imperturbability of the mountains hung upon him like a suit of armor. The woman was calicoed, angled, snuff-brushed, and weary with unknown desires. Through it all gleamed a faint protest of cheated youth unconscious of its loss.

It occurred to Liz one day, as she waited on hold for an estimate from a yard service, that her parents' home was like an extremely obese person who could no longer see, touch, or maintain jurisdiction over all of his body; there was simply too much of it, and he—they—had grown weary and inflexible. During

Why must one climb the hill ? Why must one climb? Why not stay below? Why force one's way up the slope? Why force one's way up and up, when one is at the bottom? Oh, it was very tiring, very wearying, very burdensome. Always burdens, always, always burdens.

What is it? she pleaded softly. He lay perfectly still, only his eyes alive, and they full of torment. You know, he said at length, rather wearily, you know - we'd better break off. I was what she dreaded. Swiftly, everything seemed to darken before her eyes.

Sleep, like other earthly blessings, is niggard of its favours when most courted.

Adam's entire life felt like lead in his bones right now.

You were just exhausting.

And having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest.   In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest.   In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.

It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere.

I would go to the deeps a hundred times to cheer a downcast spirit. It is good for me to have been afflicted, that I might know how to speak a word in season to one that is weary.

But I find I get pretty tired when I try.

Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

We live in weary suspense," DeLong wrote. "Wintering in the pack may be a thrilling thing to read about alongside a warm fire, but the actual thing is sufficient to make any man prematurely old.

Tom read,—"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." "Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?" "The Lord," said Tom. "I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman.

The daily life is so wearisome; yet duty lies that way.

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

Since youre here, Courtauld said wearily, youd better explain why these lollipops or whatever they're called have to be on silk. If I'd had a lollipop I knew precisely where Id stick it.

I must move," said she; "resting fatigues me.

mankind has a tendency to project his own guilt and his own errors upon a father-god image, who it seems must grow weary of so many complaints. The

I am tired in the Lord's work, but not tired of it.

You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt.