Quotes About Weary

Karras glanced at the tape of Regan's voice, and then wearily sat down at the desk, where he lit another cigarette and blew out a ragged cone of bluish-gray smoke as he thought once again of the

One of them remarked, in a flat weary voice, "The wolves will eat well this year.

I have not slept one wink.

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,That I would set my life on any chance,To mend it or be rid on 't.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;Give him a little earth for charity.

I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Blessed mood,In which the burthen of the mystery,In which the heavy and the weary weightOf all this unintelligible world,Is lightened.

The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me.

After having had so many dealings under God's hand, Jacob was undoubtedly tired of human life. He was weary of supplanting, cheating, struggling, and fighting.

Wieder ist ein Jahr vergangen: allmählich wird mir dieser ewigwährende Zyklus ein wenig leid, wozu verschiedene Faktoren, deren Urheber ich in diesem Zusammenhang, um mich keinen Unannehmlichkeiten, deren Folgen, die in Kauf zu nehmen ich, der ich gerne Frieden halte, gezwungen wäre, nicht absehbar wären, auszusetzen, nicht nennen möchte, beitragen.

Tom!" said Tom. "Tom!" exclaimed the doctor, as if he was about to have guessed it. He wrote down the next two letters. "So what do they call you? Thomas? Tommy? Big Tom? Little Tom? Tom Thumb?" "Tom," replied Tom wearily. Tom had already said his name was Tom. "Do you have a surname?

Fear makes you worry and worry makes you weary.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

On everyone's back, there was a sack. In everyone's eyes, tears and distress.

I'm just so weary, Vivian. But I love this kid so much, sometimes I think it will break me in half. Is that the dirty trick? Is this how they get mothers to ruin their lives for their children? By tricking them into loving them so much? Maybe. It's not a bad strategy.

It's only that I've waited so long to grow up, but now there's nothing worth growing up for," she said. "Just all this fighting, fighting, fighting, and working, working, working. It makes a person weary.

Ah, whyShould life all labor be?

It is a common trick of Nature – and a profoundly significant one – that, just when despair is deepest, she waves a wand before the weary eyes and does her best to waken an impossible hope.

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. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:28–31)

Yet we're so weary of living with the ongoing crisis that we return to the same behaviors and habits—and our adult children have us pegged.

I spent the strangest days of my life in Amirbar. In Amirbar I left shreds of my soul and most of the energy that fired my youth. Perhaps I came down from there more serene, I don't know, but I was everlastingly weary too. What happened to me since then has been a matter of simply surviving each day's difficulties. Trivialities. Not even the ocean could give back to me my vocation for dreaming with my eyes open: I used that up in Amirbar and received nothing in return.

Every increased possession loads us with a new weariness.