Quotes About Fatigue

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

Nothing good can come from a crack of dawn meeting on a Monday morning.

I'm so sorry. I think I'm just tired." The socially accepted excuse for being mental.

Motherhood is a constant battle of wanting to go to bed early so you can catch up on sleep and wanting to stay awake so you can enjoy some peace and sanity!

Our mistreatment was just not right, and I was tired of it.

There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.

I am too tired, even to be happy.

Everybody goes through a phase of fatigue, and I am no different. Re-inventing yourself in your profession is the key to deal with fatigue.

Stress is your body's way of saying you haven't worked enough unpaid overtime.

In the living room Goodrich's father sat in a large chair across from the sofa, motionless. He appeared very tired. His mother stood nervously behind the chair, obviously dreading his entrance into the room.

It's not that you want a baby, or want to get married, or any of it. It's not your bag. You just feel tired for some reason. Tired of the world. Tired of trying to fit in where you don't.

Bodily fatigue, which nearly always accompanies this hateful malady, can wear down the spirit. And how can the Holy Spirit work with a vessel that's leaking as fast as he can fill it?" "If I know you," the bishop continued, kindly, "you are not resting. You are not recreating.

I followed shortly after, but even a long, hot shower didn't bring on the sleep I'd really hoped for. Quite simply, I had too much on my mind. So much that it raced from one problem to another, in a vicious cycle that had me tossing and turning in between small bouts of sleep with vivid, strange dreams. I awakened feeling more tired than I had when I'd gone to bed, and that was saying a lot given the day I'd had before.

I know, and I appreciate that," says Dinah, getting up to extract a container of yogurt from the fridge, which completes her improvised dinner—"but I have to say that I am really, really tired of having to ask you to do things.

Following group chat at work is like being in an all-day meeting with random participants and no agenda. It's completely exhausting.

If all you do is work, you're unlikely to have sound judgments. Your values and decision making wind up skewed. You stop being able to decide what's worth extra effort and what's not. And you wind up just plain tired. No one makes sharp decisions when tired.

E algumas noites vi a brasa do cigarro dele na escuridão, como se fosse a de um soldado nas trincheiras, tão exausto e enojado que já não se importa de denunciar a sua posição e morrer de um disparo certeiro guiado pelo seu lume persistente.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.

It was all terrible and tiring and meaningless.

Our fatigue limited our desire to talk. Besides, each person's story did nothing except bring you closer to your own pain.

No sabes lo que cansa nunca dejar de pensar en uno.

Naked. Fatigue of the body transparent as a glass-tree. Near yourself you hear the brutal rumor of inextricable desire. Night blindly mine. You're farther gone than me. Horror of checking for you in the screams of my poem. Your name is the disease of things at midnight. They had promised me one silence. Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I'd love to kill you —

Es el subsuelo. No veo a nadie. No puedo ver a nadie. Estoy cansada. Me termino. Me hundo. No puedo hablar. ¿Qué espero?