Quotes About Fatigue

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

We eventually decided to wander out for a meal, but our wandering did not go well. Despite the massive computing power of our smart phones and general street savvy of our group, our travel fatigue led to the mistake known as the walk of indifference. We strolled past various restaurants stopping to glance at menus or peeking inside, but were just indifferent enough about everything we saw to keep wandering on.

Locke struggled to keep his head clear; the combination of nervous excitement and fatigue always made him feel as though he was sliding along an inch or two above the ground, his feet not quite reaching all the way down.

I should say nothing! I'm through with it! I hate to repeat myself all the time.

I spent most of my time thinking, because I didn't have enough energy to do anything else.

It's very hard to play a hyperactive character all the time, I try my best, but I end up collapsing at the end of the day.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

Moose had no friends that year. A lot of the time a moose would feel tired and lean against other moose. Only there wouldn't be moose there and the moose would fall.

I know if I did that [career as painter] all the time I would get tired of it.

I was gonna put him on the bus...I got tired of him talking, it was time for him to go home.

No matter how tired I am, I can only sleep for four hours at a time.

I've never met a bread basket that I didn't love. At the same time, it can make me tired.

Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.

But when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere

We were perfectly willing to go in there and rest, but it could not be done. It was only another delusion—a painting by some ingenious artist with little charity in his heart for tired folk.

At first the night travel promised to be fatiguing, but that was on account of pyjamas. This foolish night-dress consists of jacket and drawers. Sometimes they are made of silk, sometimes of a raspy, scratchy, slazy woolen material with a sandpaper surface. The drawers are loose elephant-legged and elephant-waisted things, and instead of buttoning around the body there

I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

My heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this (Zusak 439).

Simplemente volvieron juntos a casa, con los pies doloridos y el corazón cansado.