Quotes About Weary

All she wanted to do was sleep. She'd have taken a ride with Satan in his big red handbasket if it had helped her get off her feet for a few minutes.

Ester lay silent under the cover, willing herself toward the sweet sleep she now craved more than almost all else. The death of each day's life. End it, she thought. End this day's life if the world holds mercy.

The concept of a weary severed hand, exhausted from relentless creeping, made no sense.

Cometo me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.

Cometo me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. It

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

The Daughter was weary at her spinning, and reflected aloud, "What if we really could spin coarse straw into fine, pure strands of gold?" "If you could accomplish that miracle," her mother admonished, "the responsibility it would entail would tax and exhaust you — mind and body — far beyond the demands of the quotidian tasks you have been given. How blessed it is to live a human, limited life.

Hayden, the horses are tired.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body" (Eccl. 12:12b).

We are immortal we are the sources of life we are the lowly despicable ugly people we are the great wonderful beautiful people of the world and we are sick of it we are utterly weary we are done with it forever and ever because we are the living and we will not be destroyed.

I am tired," Gamache murmured as he walked into the gentle little village. "But I am at peace.

The day-to-day exhausted me!

The whole drama of the world is such tragedy that I am weary of the spectacle.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." MATTHEW 11:28

And now was I both a burthen and a terror to myself; nor did I ever so know, as now, what it was to be weary of my life, and yet afraid to die. 

My heart grows weary, my eyes teary, looking at the world in fear, hoping god can hear me.

Till tired he sleeps and life's poor play is o'er.

Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning

It was good that she remembered him, though it was exhausting to do so.No rest for the weary. Or the dying. Or the dead.

Death is a delightful hiding-place for weary men.

How strange it seems that education, in practice, so often means suppression: that instead of leading the mind outward to the light of day it crowds things in upon it that darken and weary it.

I think I'm chronically exhausted.

The parson climbed the stairs wearily back to his room. In summer he was a different person, sprightly and alert, and people took him for a man a decade younger than his years; but in winter he sank as the skies darkened, and by December he was always tired. When he went to bed, he drowned in sleep; when he was wakened from it, dragged from the bleak depths, he was somehow always unrefreshed.