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As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running from this, tired of pretending that things were okay when they had never, ever been less okay.

As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet into the night’s velvet slippers I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag, of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.

As this went on, I realised that it is more tiring to be bored than to be engaged.

At one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The alternatives battled in my mind and made my life restless.

Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It's very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

But I am tired of everyone being gone, and I am tired of everything that has tired me out for the last five years of my life.

Being out there doing your best and what you’re supposed to do, will energize you like nothing else. Living your purpose and destiny makes you feel alive and it gives you vitality. If you're tired, it's because you're not living your best life. It's time to start living your best life. It's time to live the life your're Destined to live.

But I don't feel like dealing because dealing requires too much energy, and energy is what I lack.

But one gets tired of everything, even of abusing a person. Paris abandons its puppets which it raises to the throne as quickly as it does its martyrs whom it hoists on the gibbet; in its perpetual hunger for new playthings, it never gets itself excited overly much before the statues of its heroes or at the sight of the blood of its victims.

But Jo wasn't angry. Not anymore. He couldn't really tell if what he had been before was angry. It was an emotion he had no use for, that accomplished nothing and meant even less than that. If anything, what Jo really felt was tired.

Current Position: Tired from the human race.

By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt heavy as wood, my head cottony. I might've felt better if I hadn't slept at all.

Centuries of dire prophecy have taught us all to be, well, unconvinced. And there have been decades, entire scores of years when, to be frank, wholesale destruction didn’t sound so bad, considering. You remember, we were all disappointed. That the world never ended meant we had to get out of bed after all...

Coffee and makeup would reach its limit and no longer work in hiding my sleeplessness.

David did many might deeds in his life. He did many foolish deeds in his life. But perhaps the noblest was their rarely discussed deed: he honored the tired soldiers at Brook Besor. (Facing Your Giants) p 78

Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

Fatigue had started to set in...and now my eyes showed it as I struggled to keep them open.

Having made a few bicycles in factories, having written some thousands of rather senseless advertisements, having rubbed affectionately the legs of a few race horses, having tried blunderingly to love a few women and having written a few novels that did not satisfy me or anyone else, having done these few things, could I begin now to think of myself as tired out and done for? Because my own hands had for the most part served me so badly could I let them lie beside me in idleness?

Gentle reminder ~ People don't change. They just grow tired of you.

Find strength in your heartbeat, than weakness with a beat heart. Take each breath as another chance, and love for a new day.

Go to where ever dreamland you decide on. But go with passion hand-in-hand. You will never be tired on the way!

He could have a break at last, albeit a short one, one he sorely needed. And with that appealing thought he further squelched the subconscious screams, true message lost in the deceptive world of emotion and will.

Heroes may die but they doesn't get tired.

Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs

Her eyes look tired, but it’s her soul that’s truly weary.

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killinng me was one of those thingss—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

Here are few important things to know about chess, if somebody you have beat decline another fight... Let's see what's the feeling to lose, let's feel it, let's be angry, let's the anger full him... (So far this is enjoying to watch...) (Little Off the topic, but so far when I finished one quiz about chess it was said that I am a Mad Scientist)... - When you lose just go and see the enemy learn from him lessons about chess, ask him questions and many other useful stuff... then one day after few weeks or who knows when... suggest another battle You VS Him... To win and to think different you need tactics they are 90% of the game the other 10% are to know how something moves... So as my suggestion solve problems on the phone or on the computer on the tablet or where you want... solve them... they will help you in a battle... You will remember one problem and somehow you will be in it and you will know the answer. When you are tired listen to music and try something else...

His eyeballs felt as if they'd been removed, dry roasted, salted, and replaced.

He was one of those men for whom all their fatigue went to their eyes in a sleepy, sexy kind of way.

I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness.

I am tired of writting... it has nothing to do with life.

How beautiful to dream. But dreams, I tell Gil, in one of our quiet moments are so damned tiring. He laughs. I can't promise you that you won't be tired, he says. But please know this. There's a lot of good waiting for you on the other side of tired. Get yourself tired, Andre. That's where you're going to know yourself. On the other side of tired.

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow for I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired but empty and weary from drinking too much at all times and I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak for I don’t speak much at all and my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too much or not at all and never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am not a poem but an elegy at my best but unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that, but others are not.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

I don’t identify as transgender. But I’m clearly gender not-normal. I don’t think even lesbian is the right identity for me. I really don’t. I might as well come out now. I identify as tired. I’m just tired.

I feel like a numb number from a crumb of my slumber.

I don’t know anymore. I don’t know, I don’t know, god, I’m so tired.

I exhaust my body throughout the day, And I don’t get enough sleep at night. I swallow the words I have to say, And let my thoughts fuck up my peace of mind. In a matter of fact; I’ve been the one who tired me the most and I do owe myself many apologies …

I had a vision. I lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset Behind the hills and burnt my skin. And in the dream I saw a throne--my throne, Built on the tower of my life. When I woke all I could think of was my Vision, etched so clearly on my mind. I worked for three days and three nights With no food or drink, until my vision Had become a reality--perfect in every Detail. I pondered the significance of this Edifice and shook off my trance.... I felt tired, I felt lonely, I felt confused, I felt so bloody confused, I felt like a right prat!

If you are tired, take shelter in silence! If you want to find the truth, take shelter in silence! If you're tired of people, if you missed yourself, if you just want to watch the world or if you want to heal your soul, take shelter in silence!

If you are bored, you’re doing yourself a tremendous disservice. Open your mind, break-free from your conditioned routine, and reignite the flames of excitement and discover.

I have a love / hate relationship with things and places the same way I do with people. And I’m getting tired of this place, feeling as if each corner here is asking me to leave; Leave and never come back again …

{McCabe on the influential scientist Luther Burbank} His magnificent work, which added an incalculable sum to the wealth of America and left him a comparatively poor man, is well known. His own simple account of his discoveries runs to 12 volumes and is incomplete. I was one of the few men whom he admitted to his house in Santa Rosa in the few months before he died and I found him advanced even beyond the vague Emersonian theism of his earlier years. He agreed to see me, he said, though he was tired and ill, because of his admiration of my work as a rationalist. He had just raised a storm by a public declaration that he did not believe in a future life, and his biographer Wilbur Hale repeats this.

I know most of you have dozed off before, but have any of you ever dozed on?

I’m sick and tired of looking around at everyone else falling in love, and telling myself that I don’t deserve it, too.

I'm just so tired of life being something that happens to me. That's not how it's supposed to work. I'm supposed to make my own life.

I’m not the Princess, I’m the Dragon. I will roast you and eat you whole

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired,' said Maxie. 'I know how that feels,' said Blue. 'I think some Pharaoh had that carved on his tomb,' Maxie added. 'Yeah? Times don't change much, do they?

I'm tired as an ancient star; that witnessed the emergence of the universe, and got weary of existence.