Quotes About Weary

Lyra was so tired, she felt on the verge of delirium. She wanted to sleep quite desperately, but she knew that if she gave in and put her head down, she wouldn't wake up till the morning was filling the sky.

I SAIAH 40:28 Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary.

contrast between His first and second comings. He entered the world the first time in swaddling clothes; He will reign the second time in majestic purple. He came the first time as a weary traveler; He will return the second time as the untiring God. Once when He came, He had nowhere to lay His head;

Oft did I weary of wrestling with thee. Carved an unknown galley slave into an oar. And Rudyard Kipling into his desk.

The last time I was up at five was because I hadn't gone to bed yet.

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

He smiled a little wearily. "Wal, old — trail driver, we pay," he whispered, feebly. "I reckon — I cain't — wait for — little gray-eyed — Ann!".

I am glad to put my feet up. My bones were weary today I felt frazzled when I had to juggle two things at once. My mouth barely functioned when I had to speak. Oh, how I longed for this moment to breathe deeply without the pressure to perform or please.

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. —Isaiah 40:28

just a stub. Her eyes are weary and

Taxes for people with too much damned time on their hands.

Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their country — Israel but the grave!

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

I longed for my bed. I longed for sleep.

By the time I got home, it was after two o'clock in the morning. The

Let us never become weary of basic doctrines, especially this chief of doctrines, that God is God.

If we could love and hate with as good heart as the faeries do, we might grow to be long-lived like them. But until that day their untiring joys and sorrows must ever be one-half of their fascination. Love with them never grows weary, nor can the circles of the stars tire out their dancing feet.

Lucy went straight to the pups and gave him a pitying look before she pulled the blanket off with her teeth, settling down heavily. It looked to Josh as if she was lying directly on some of the newborns, but Lucy wiggled and they soon were all nursing again. She lowered her head and sighed with a weariness that Josh felt connected her with all the mothers in history.

There head falls forward, fatigued at evening, And dreams of home...

Wafted by a favouring gale As one sometimes is in trances, To a height that few can scale, Save by long and weary dances

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

I find I must prepare for my death. I don't fear it. Ever since I lost my son I have been weary to my soul, and I think, when it finally comes, it will be a lying down to sleep without fear of dreams, without fear of waking. I am ready to lie down to sleep. I am tired.

No, said a voice from the dark doorway. A weary voice, a voice for speaking long after midnight, a voice to be used when all paths are blocked, when castles have fallen to ruins, when morning will not come again.