Quotes About Fatigue

Even in a personal sense, after all, art is an intensified life. By art one is more deeply satisfied and more rapidly used up. It engraves on the countenance of its servant the traces of imaginary and intellectual adventures, and even if he has outwardly existed in cloistral tranquility, it leads in the long term to overfastidiousness, over-refinement, nervous fatigue and overstimulation, such as can seldom result from a life of the most extravagant passions and pleasures.

Want voor arbeid had hij het allergrootste respect, ofschoon hij er persoonlijk wel gauw moe van werd.

When she is not serving she sits on a stool with her face turned, always, to the window. Her dark-ringed eyes search among and follow after the people passing, but not as if she was looking for somebody. Perhaps, fifteen years ago, she was; but now the pose has become a habit. You can tell from her air of fatigue and hopelessness that she must have given them up for the last ten years, at least.…

But Lottie staggered on the lowest verandah step like a bird fallen out of the nest. If she stood still for a moment she fell asleep, if she leaned against anything her eyes closed. She could not walk another step.

J'avais décidé de me retirer de l'amour comme on fait ses adieux à la scène. Fatiguée de jouer toujours le même rôle.

have you come from? You look most awfully tired . . . anyone for another

A man who looks for easy work goes to bed tired.

People headed off to bed earlier than usual, no doubt exhausted by watching the crew work all day.

I got the fat poet into a corner and told him he was writing shit and couldn't get away with it Now it is night and time for sleep. Everyone is tired from garbage-glutting lifting their snouts from the trough long enough to ease their gut— I won't urge the point. Gold-plated poems to stuff up their mind's ass or politics watered down so as not to scare the blue bloods Boo! you well-fed bastards

there was something indefinably tired and worn-out about Birgit, like a photograph whose edges were missing their crispness.

I'm so tired of avoiding the unavoidable, because I feel like I've been disappointing her for such a long time.

The operation goes on and on. I'm exhausted by it. I don't know how the doctors have the stamina to keep up. They're standing still, but it seems harder than running a marathon.

When people are trapped in this downward spiral for years, especially those who are downstream of Development, they often feel stuck in a system that pre-ordains failure and leaves them powerless to change the outcomes. This powerlessness is often followed by burnout, with the associated feelings of fatigue, cynicism, and even hopelessness and despair.

Alert fatigue is the single biggest problem we have right now…We need to be more intelligent about our alerts or we'll all go insane.

Su cansado cerebro estaba hecho un

when sleep mugged him.

Orro spun around. "I do not like this Assembly. It jerks the small human to and fro." He stabbed the air with his giant fork for emphasis. "Can they not see that she is exhausted? Do they not know what she has been through? Come to the meeting, do not come to the meeting, is there no decorum?

I was now, all the time, unutterably tired as if simply keeping alive was a terrible effort.

Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.

We just drifted apart . . . I began to find his company extremely tiring . It was extremely tiring, but we were all addicted to it.

Was it that he had lived too long in his mind and was tired of the scenery?

He's going on and on, and I can't be bothered. I just can't be fuckin well arsed saying something like: Solaris shites all over 2001, and then listening to him arguing vehemently against it. Or, alternatively, waiting for him to say it, and then being expected to argue engingly, as if to agree, even if we do, is a sign that we're effete proofs. I can't be bothered with it and I can't even be bothered to tell him that I can'be be bothered.

She tried to understand what it meant to carry winter on your back, to hesitate over every step, to confuse words you don't hear properly, to have the impression that the rest of the world is going about in a great rush; the emptiness, frailty, fatigue, and indifference toward everything not directly related to you, even children and grandchildren, whose absence was not felt as it once had been, and whose names you had to struggle to remember.

Su vida estaba hecha de ruinas encadenadas sin variantes, salvo aquellas marcadas por las estaciones. Sólo existía trabajo y cansancio para ella