Tiredness Quotes

“Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.”
― James Joyce

“He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies

“I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.'
'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“I am tired of hiding, tired of misspent and knotted energies, tired of the hypocrisy, and tired of acting as though I have something to hide.”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.”
― Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances

“He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend. ”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987

“I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel

“The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

“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.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Some of these guys will go on walking long after the laws of biochemistry and handicapping have gone by the boards. There was a guy last year that crawled for two miles at four miles an hour after both of his feet cramped up at the same time, you remember reading about that? Look at Olson, he's worn out but he keeps going. That goddam Barkovitch is running on high-octane hate and he just keeps going and he's as fresh as a daisy. I don't think I can do that. I'm not tired -not really tired- yet. But I will be." The scar stood out on the side of his haggard face as he looked ahead into the darkness "And I think... when I get tired enough... I think I'll just sit down”
― Stephen King, The Long Walk

“Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Wishing to grab the life with nothingness
wanting to erase the sigh of tiredness
forgetting myself completely from my being
why do I seek embrace of yours
do not ask me, I know not,
I am in oblivion.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Sometimes exhaustion is not a result of too much time spent on something, but of knowing that in its place, no time is spent on something else.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“I am too sick to lay down
the sidewalks frighten me
the whole damned city frightens me,
what I will become
what I have become
frightens me.”
― Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

“Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open a vein, to procure for myself everlasting liberty.

Cento volte ho impugnato una lama per conficcarmela nel cuore. Si dice di una nobile razza i cavalli,che quando si sentono accaldati e affaticati, si aprono istintivamente una vena, per respirare più liberamente. Spesso anche io vorrei aprirmi una vena che mi desse libertà eterna.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“I feel like a potato that's recently been mashed,"she said.”
― Robin McKinley, The Blue Sword

“I just realized that sleep sometimes is the only precious wage for the hard working man.”
― Akilnathan Logeswaran

“Oh! I know what I wanted to tell you – you’ll never guess who Thomas is chasing after now…”

Hmmm, never guess or can’t be bothered to guess – it was a hard call. I yawned again, glancing at the bed, which was inviting me to clamber back inside and pull the sheet over my head. So tempting, but not practical.”
― Melanie Cusick-Jones, Hope's Daughter

“Smile, I do as I march an inch further towards
my funeral. My broken skeleton calls for its
tomb beneath Coventry cathedral, where I can
hear the tunes of saintly people.”
― Lavinia Valeriana, Night Tide Musings

“There must be some kind of internal time distortion effect in here, because when I look at myself in the little mirror above my sink, what I see is my father's face, my face turning into his. I am beginning to feel how the man looked, especially how he looked on those nights he came home so tired he couldn't even make it through dinner without nodding off, sitting there with his bowl of soup cooling in front of him, a rich pork-and-winter-melon-saturated broth that, moment by moment, was losing - or giving up - its tiny quantum of heat into the vast average temperature of the universe.”
― Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe

“Are you not tired? All the work, all the running you can't escape. I feel it in you, around you. You can't feel anything, can you? Just heroism, exhaustion. Your exhaustion is you.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six

“Homo defessus — Never before in human history have so many people considered their everyday tiredness (because they are so busy and have so much to do) as a badge of honor. We are living in the era of Homo defessus, the exhausted man. I wonder if historians of the distant future (if there will be any) will look back at our epoch and decide to give it a name: “The Second Dark Ages,” because for the first time, humans not only deliberately sought exhaustion, but were also convinced that this mentality was their pride, an indisputable token of greatness.”
― Giannis Delimitsos

“Everything wearies me, including what doesn't weary me. My happiness is as painful as my pain.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Tiredness packs a punch.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“It was late and his staff had left; so he could lie there alone, unwit-nessed. He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he had refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel-not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things._ and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“I could fight him. I could fight him and I’d win.
But that didn’t mean that I wasn’t…tired.
Tired of the fight.
Tired of being strong.
Tired of holding the world together when it didn’t feel like I belonged in it in the first place.
It would be nice if someone else stepped in for a change.
It would be nice if I could rest.”
― Fae Quin, Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase

“I got to my place late one night. I was really beat. Getting that key out and into the door was about the last of me. I walked into the bedroom and there was Fay in bed reading the New Yorker and eating chocolates. She didn't even say hello.
I walked into the kitchen and looked for something to eat.
There was nothing in the refrigerator. I decided to pour myself a glass of water. I walked to the sink. It was stopped-up with garbage. Fay liked to save empty jars and jar lids. The dirty dishes filled half the sink and on top of the water, along with a few paper plates, floated these jars and jar lids.
I walked back into the bedroom just as Fay was putting a chocolate in her mouth.
"Look, Fay," I said, "I know you want to save the world. But can't you start in the kitchen ?"
"Kitchens aren't important," she said.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“My mom comes home exhausted every night.

I have never seen her not exhausted.

And also, I have never seen her not working.

People in Oklahoma think this must be how refugees are--never sitting, never sleeping, like they have no knees and no dreams. Maybe people think that's just the way my mom talks, kinda panicky and chipper at the same time, like someone scared who doesn't want you to think she's scared--even maybe like you're the one she's scared of.”
― Daniel Nayeri, Everything Sad Is Untrue