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Fatigue roughens up the edges of your nerves; it exposes your fears and your weaknesses. By June Havoc Fatigue Nerves Weaknesses Roughens Edges

Like more tired than usual. Hard and crumbling at the edges. By Rainbow Rowell Usual Tired Hard Edges Crumbling

May the weary soul find rest in the Lord. By Lailah Gifty Akita Lord Weary Soul Find Rest

Being exhausted, yet keeping up the pursuit.' (Judges 8:4) Even after what I had said of wanting out, even after that humiliation, the physical exhaustion, the deep despair I felt, those words were my new marching orders. The next morning, I swung my rucksack over my shoulders and was off again. By Diet Eman Exhausted Pursuit Keeping Judges Humiliation

My overcoat is worn out; my shirts also are worn out. And I ask to be allowed to have a lamp in the evening; it is indeed wearisome sitting alone in the dark. By William Tyndale Worn Overcoat Shirts Evening Dark

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was. By David Brainerd Life Weary

It was not a physical fatigue - he went to the gym regularly and felt better than he had in years - but a draining lassitude that numbed the margins of his mind. He got up and went out to the verandah; the sudden hot air, the roar of his neighbor's generator, the smell of diesel exhaust fumes brought a lightness to his head. Frantic winged insects flitted around the electric bulb. He felt, looking out at the muggy darkness farther away, as if he could float, and all he needed to do was to let himself go. By Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Fatigue Years Mind Physical Gym

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry. By William Shakespeare Tired Cry Restful Death

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky! By Rabindranath Tagore Listless Hours Sky Wanderer Heartin

fatigue is a creation of the mind. Fatigue dominates the lives of those who are living without direction and dreams. Let By Robin S. Sharma Fatigue Mind Creation Dreams Dominates

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh heart again in the gray twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. By W.b.yeats Sigh Laugh Heart Outworn Twilight

I write here all I can, yet cannot express the fatigue I collapse under each night, worn to the bone with worry. I feel Hope and Fear beside me all the time, two woodsmen with a saw across my middle. They pull the saw in turns. It is everything I can do not to fall in two. By Eli Brown Night Worn Worry Write Express

My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself ... By Munia Khan Walking Shadow Tired Bored

I was surprised to learn that there was yet another type of tired. On Seram we'd had physical tired. The type of tired when a thousand muscles are screaming at you to quit walking, sweat's running off you, and only the energy you manage to generate from gritting your teeth helps you take the next step. That type of tired can keep the emotional tired safely at bay-the tired when sadness is a physical weight, a thick smothering, aching thing. That was the dangerous type of tired we couldn't afford on Seram. That's the type of tired that makes you want to sit still and listen to despair. By Lisa Mckay Tired Type Seram Surprised Learn

Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify. By Ovid Sleep Deity Peace Weary Rest

Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered. By Margaret Atwood Fatigue Body Eyes Legs Embroidered

We do not weary of eating and sleeping every day, for hunger and sleepiness recur. Without that we should weary of them. So, without the hunger for spiritual things, we weary of them. Hunger after righteousnessthe eighth beatitude. By Blaise Pascal Weary Day Recur Hunger Eating

So tired am I, so weary of to-day,So unrefreshed from foregone weariness,So overburdened by foreseen distress,So lagging and so stumbling on my way,I scarce can rouse myself to watch or pray,To hope, or aim, or toil for more or less,--Ah, always less and less, even while I pressForward and toil and aim as best I may.Half-starved of soul and heartsick utterly,Yet lift I up my heart and soul and eyesWhich fail in looking upward By Christina Rossetti Soul Aim Toil Unrefreshed Hope

Fatigue fatigue is when you're tired of being tired. By Michael Mcgirr Fatigue Tired

I am so tired. I feel myself drifting, away, a little by little. I am overcome by the sensation that I am crumbling, parts of my being drifting away. By Haruki Murakami Tired Drifting Feel Crumbling Parts

Tired faith all worn and thin, for all we could have done, and all that could have been. By Trent Reznor Tired Thin Faith Worn

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary,And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fails Fall Infirm Weary Sunshine

Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home. By Marilynne Robinson God Weary Faithful Bitter Bewildered

I'm just so tired. I'm so, so tired all the time.' A tear slips down her face, all the way down till it drops off her chin, and she doesn't brush its trail away.And I remember being in that jungle, lost in the darkest, wildest part of it, where fearsome beasts and carnivorous plants lurk between every tree. All I could do was lie down on the wet leaves. Bugs crawled up my legs, and I couldn't care enough to brush them off. By Emery Lord Tired Brush Time Face Chin

You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon By Richard L. Ratliff Pillowi Lay Weary Soul

I am tired of tears and laughter,And men that laugh and weepOf what may come hereafterFor men that sow to reap:I am weary of days and hours,Blown buds of barren flowers,Desires and dreams and powersAnd everything but sleep. By Algernon Charles Swinburne Men Reap Sleep Tired Tears

The luxurious ache of tired but not weary limbs. By Margaret Barber Limbs Luxurious Ache Tired Weary

The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless. By George R R Martin Weary Sea Tireless

Anxious fills the Enthusiasm that lifts you up from your Tiredness By Samar Sudha Tiredness Enthusiasm Anxious Fills Lifts

There's little comfort in the wise By Rupert Brooke Wise Comfort

Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much. By Laurie Halse Anderson Sere Husks Haggard Hard Joy

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair: By William Shakespeare Gaunt Call Patience Despair

I am too weary.For oh, I am so terribly weary at last! I think, in all of London, there is no-one and nothing so weary as I - unless perhaps the river, which flows beneath the frigid sky, through its accustomed courses, to the sea. How deep, how black, how thick the water seems to-night! How soft its surface seems to lie. How chill its depths must be. By Sarah Waters Weary Wearyfor Terribly London River

I was moving in a narrow range between busy distractedness and a pervasive sadness whose granules seemed to enter each cell, weighing it down ... I ghosted between islands of anxiety ... a fatigue that dulled my zest, decanted it. Sorrow felt like a marble coat I couldn't shed. By Diane Ackerman Cell Weighing Moving Narrow Range

This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired. By Taylor Rhodes Tired City Yawning

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. By John Keats Head Thou Art Weary Find

And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, if a tear, when thou art dying,Should haply fall from me,It is but that my soul is sighing,To go and rest with thee. By Emily Bronte Weary Bear Despairso Tear Thee

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish. By Philip K. Dick Undisturbed Foolish Sleep

It was rather like a forced-on numbness of spirit. The long, long stress of a gale does it; the suspense of the interminably culminating catastrophe; and there is a bodily fatigue in the mere holding on to existence within the excessive tumult; a searching and insidious fatigue that penetrates deep into a man's breast to cast down and sadden his heart, which is incorrigible, and of all the gifts of the earth - even before life itself - aspires to peace. By Joseph Conrad Spirit Forcedon Numbness Long Fatigue

I've wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I've laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I've eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed. By Bhartrhari Desire Lands Fruit Suit Boards

I seem restless, but am deeply at ease. Branches tremble; the roots are still. By Rumi Restless Ease Deeply Branches Tremble

Weariness comes at the end of the acts of a mechanical life, but at the same time it inaugurates the impulse of consciousness. It awakens consciousness and provokes what follows. What follows is the gradual return into the chain or it is the definitive awakening. At the end of the awakening comes, in time, the consequence: suicide or recovery. In itself weariness has something sickening about it. Here, I must conclude that it is good. For everything begins with consciousness and nothing is worth anything except through it. By Albert Camus Consciousness Life End Acts Mechanical

I'm too tired to fight against you anymore, too tired to say you are wrong. Too tired apologizing, keeping me uping all nighting- criming by wasting my precious timing. Straggling against what I once called charming. By Coco J. Ginger Tired Anymore Wrong Fight Apologizing

Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling; The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel. By George Du Maurier Words Wake Sick Past Reconciling

the three of us in that state where the very bones and muscles are too tired to rest, when the attenuated and invincible spirit has changed and shaped even hopelessness into the easy obliviousness of a worn garment By William Faulkner Rest Garment State Bones Muscles

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. By Richard Hovey Cathay Sunset Bay Fevered Fretful

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. By William Shakespeare Mare Plod Patience Tired

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul. By Fernando Pessoa Fatigue Abstract Intelligence Produces Worst

The best antidote I know for worry is work. The best cure for weariness is the challenge of helping someone who is even more tired. One of the great ironies of life is this: He or she who serves almost always benefits more than he or she who is served. By Gordon B. Hinckley Work Antidote Worry Tired Cure

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness. By Dodie Smith Restlessness Inside Stillness

Tired, not just of living, but of existing. By Veronica Roth Tired Living Existing

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest. By William Watson Thou Hadst Feet Rest Weary

I'm tired. I'm twenty-five years old and I have lived enough By Jodi Picoult Tired Twentyfive Years Lived

Even this cold, this fearful, your mind wanders. You've lost a mile not knowing you were walking. By Ian Mackenzie Jeffers Cold Fearful Wanders Mind Walking

A wounded heart needs aloof. By Toba Beta Aloof Wounded Heart

After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy. By Benjamin Franklin Weary Wench Guest Rainy Days

Man hath a weary pilgrimage,As through the word he wends;On every stage, from youth to age,Still discontent attends. By Robert Southey Man Wends Stage Attends Hath

It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil. There was no power of recuperation left, no reserve strength to call upon. It had been all used, the last least bit of it. Every muscle, every fibre, every cell, was tired, dead tired. And there was reason for it. In less than five months they had travelled twenty-five hundred miles, during the last eighteen hundred of which they had had but five days' rest. When By Jack London Deadtiredness Effort Hours Toil Strength

The only tired I was, was tired of giving in. By Rosa Parks Tired Giving

I feel restless, and something seems to weigh me down. By Henryk Sienkiewicz Restless Feel Weigh

I'm tired, but proud. By Norman Rockwell Tired Proud

The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity - a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy. By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Morning Sagacity Mind Found Acute

Weariness of MenMy grandmother said when she was youngThe grass was so wild and highYou couldn't see a man on horseback.In the fields she made outThree barns,Dark and blown down from the weatherLike her husbands.She remembers them in the dark,Cursing the beasts,And how they would leave the bedIn the morning,The dead grass of their eyesStacked against her. By Frank Stanford Grass Weariness Menmy Grandmother Youngthe

Comes he walking windy-ways, wandering under spruces and through canyons and across shadowy glens, hands in his pockets and head bowed as if all the weight of the world lies teetering on his slumped shoulders. By Robert Jackson Bennett Windyways Wandering Glens Hands Shoulders

You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken. By William Carlos Williams Shaken Iattendant Lethargic Waiting Mewaiting

Sometimes you have no right to be tired! You have to work till you reach the glory! Sometimes you must refuse to repose; you must reach the target that you wish to reach just like an arrow never stopping here and there! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Reach Tired Glory Work Till

Rocking on a lazy billow With roaming eyes, Cushioned on a dreamy pillow, Thou art now wise. Wake the power within thee slumbering, Trim the plot that's in thy keeping, Thou wilt bless the task when reaping Sweet labour's prize. By John Stuart Blackie Cushioned Thou Rocking Eyes Pillow

If an unusual necessity forces us onward, a surprising thing occurs. The fatigue gets worse up to a certain point, when, gradually or suddenly, it passes away and we are fresher than before! By William James Onward Occurs Unusual Necessity Forces

Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment. By Dale Carnegie Work Worry Frustration Resentment Fatigue

A certain readiness to perish is not so very rare, but it is seldom that you meet men whose souls, steeled in the impenetrable armour of resolution, are ready to fight a losing battle to the last, the desire of peace waxes stronger as hope declines, till at last it conquers the very desire of life. Which of us here has not observed this, or maybe experienced something of that feeling in his own person - this extreme weariness of emotions, the vanity of effort, the yearning for rest? By Joseph Conrad Desire Rare Souls Steeled Resolution

Deep breath ... I am peaceful, I am strong. By Jewel E. Ann Deep Breath Peaceful Strong

There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep. By Elizabeth Peters Irritation Mind Asleep Abominable State

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." - MATTHEW 11:28 By Sarah Young Burdened Rest Weary Give Matthew

You rest, you rust. By Helen Hayes Rest Rust

Frazzled and delirious, as I've just finished a new book of stories. I feel like Moses staggering down the mountainside with the tablets of stone. By Kevin Barry Frazzled Delirious Stories Finished Book

Wary, as if surrounded by strangers. By Laozi Wary Strangers Surrounded

The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me. By William Wordsworth Mine Heavy Weight Weary Day

Do not make them (people) weary at their work. If you do not make them weary, they will not be weary of you. By Laozi People Make Work Weary

Jesus never claims to prevent us from feeling "weary and burdened." He simply invites the weary and burdened to find rest in Him. Like By Nathan Davis Jesus Feeling Weary Burdened Claims

An unfinished feeling. By Sylvia Plath Feeling Unfinished

Comfortable; made the courageous weak By Nikki Rowe Comfortable Made Weak Courageous

I felt above all, tired. Tiredness: if there ws a constant symptom of the disease in our lives at this time, it was tiredness ... A banal state of affairs, yes-but our problems were banal, the stuff of women's magazines. All lives, I remember thinking, eventually funnel into the advice columns of women's magazines. By Joseph O'neill Tired Magazines Tiredness Felt Women

Idleness and timidity often despair without being overcome, and forbear attempts for fear of being defeated; and we may promote the invigoration of faint endeavors, by showing what has already been performed. By Samuel Johnson Idleness Overcome Defeated Endeavors Performed

I am not well; I am tired with this comfortless estrangement from all that is dear to me. By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Tired Comfortless Estrangement Dear

The best cure for weariness is the challenge of helping someone who is even more tired. By Gordon B. Hinckley Tired Cure Weariness Challenge Helping

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how. By Heinrich Heine Thought Despairingthis Crush Spirit Bore

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. By John Greenleaf Whittier Thy Till Drop Quietness Cease

Young, Chade suggested. Young and full of righteous fury. Hurt and heartbroken, I suggested. So tired of being thwarted. Tired of being bound by rules that no one else had to follow. By Robin Hobb Chade Young Suggested Tired Fury

A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. By William Shakespeare Cheek Eye Sunken Spirit Neglected

Rest, rest, shall I have not all eternity to rest. By Antoine Arnauld Rest Eternity

O timid one, awaken, exert yourself, draw back the curtains your training and background have hung over the windows of your soul. By Spencer W. Kimball Awaken Exert Draw Soul Timid

What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want? She didn't know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost. By Jack Kerouac Aching Yawned Sleepy Lovely Lost

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself. By John Milton Droop Flat Nature Feel Genial

As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished. By Jose Saramago Accomplished Thing Left Undone Tires

How do ou feel about your prophesied destiny? Imust know, if I am to compose this epic.""Feel?" Rand looked around the camp, at the Jindo moving among the tents. How many of them would be dead before he was done? "Tired. I feel tired. By Robert Jordan Feel Destiny Tired Prophesied Jindo

Nothing is so insufferable to man as to be completely at rest, without passions, without business, without diversion, without study. He then feels his nothingness, his forlornness, his insufficiency, his dependence, his weakness, his emptiness. There will immediately arise from the depth of his heart weariness, gloom, sadness, fretfulness, vexation, despair. By Blaise Pascal Rest Passions Business Diversion Study

Dew. Their feet scuffed the dark sidewalks. Raymond had two moods now. Despair came with no warning, rogue waves of helplessness that sucked him out on a rippling tide. When it receded, he was left with a dry and By Edward W. Robertson Dew Sidewalks Raymond Feet Scuffed

Like my soul is wearing thin. By Suzanne Young Thin Soul Wearing

I don't get tired. I get beat up. You keep chopping on a tree, you need to give the tree some rest so the chlorophyll will fill back up and the tree gets its energy back. By Shaquille O'neal Tired Tree Back Beat Chopping

My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending. By Pablo Neruda Happy Sad Unending Wandered Soul