Quotes About Weary

Don't kiss me, I am weary - Death will kiss me.

But now my soul, unused to stretch her powers In flight so daring, drops her weary wing, And seeks again the known accustomed spot, Drest up with sun, and shade, and lawns, and streams, A mansion fair, and spacious for its guest, And full replete with wonders.

Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

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. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. ISAIAH 40:28 – 29

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

Let us not be deceived by hope, because it betrays, or by love, because it grows weary, or by life, because it satiates but does not sate, or even by death, because it brings more than you want and less than you expect.

A minha alma está cansada da minha vida

Understanding is what wearies us most of all. To live is to not think.

I'm so cold, so weary in my abandonment. Go and find my Mother, O Wind.

The scholiast who annotated Virgil was wrong. Understanding is what wearies us most of all. To live is to not think.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness. —Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet . (Penguin Classics, 2002)

Y ya no hablaron más. La cabeza de Hipólita estaba caída sobre su pecho. Faltaba poco para amanecer. Entonces Erdosain dobló ese cuerpo fatigado sobre el sofá... ella sonrió extenuada; luego Remo sentóse sobre la alfombra, apoyó la cabeza en el borde del sofá, y así acurrucado quedóse adormecido.

There are times when it is comforting to sleep with sunlight on your eyelids. And times when quiet talk at night is better than sleep, no matter how weary you are.

I was sick of strife, and weary of being wary.

Are you sick to sleep this much?" "It's easier than being awake.

The man had sat back down in the comfortable upholstered chair. He moved his shoulders around as if to ease away an aching sensation. He seemed terribly weary. 'Call me The Giver,' he told Jonas.

He seemed much older and very tired, defeated.

It was hell to be so tired, and still care.

You love her?" Natches frowned, an edge of disbelief in his voice. Love. Son of a bitch. That word was being thrown around like a bone to a favorite hound. "As much as I can love anyone," he finally stated wearily. "I'm committed. That's going to have to be enough for you." He was going to have to find a way to make it enough for Janey.

And emerging from these houses and going in, and seeing the pretence of paint and stucco year after year until it all peeled away, the souls of the poor owners of those houses sought to be other souls until they grew weary of it.

Tired," said Jason. "S-L-E-E-P-Y. Tired.

People say the good Lord fills the stomach before the eyes. I haven't noticed; my eyes have had enough and I am weary of everything, and yet I hunger.

My views are the fleeting observations of a 'travelling scholar'9 rushing through life in the greatest haste. People say the good Lord fills the stomach before the eyes. I haven't noticed; my eyes have had enough and I am weary of everything, and yet I hunger.