Best 1295 quotes in «tired quotes» category

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

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.

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?

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...

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

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.

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

Heroes may die but they doesn't get tired.

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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 …

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

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!

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 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.

{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 just like the tree... strong-looking but slowly dying.

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 tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy. I'm tired of driving till I see stars in my eyes.

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.

I’m tired of pretending, tired of acting like everything’s okay, tired of not being with him…

I sleep and sleep and sleep, yet I still have an unquenchable thirst for it.

I smoke. It's expensive. It's also the best option. You see, I am always, always exhausted. It's a stimulant. When I am too tired to walk one more step, I can smoke and go for another hour. When I am enraged and beaten down and incapable of accomplishing one more thing, I can smoke and feel a little better, just for a minute. It is the only relaxation I am allowed.

I said I was "just tired", but I never told you what I was tired of.

It’s a battle, really, between me and the pine needles, to see which one of us moves first. But I’m too tired to lose.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

It takes so much energy to keep things at bay.

I was dog-ear tired…

I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in ’cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors but way too soon I stood on his table sad and dried up. I forgot to nourish myself and the sun never shone from my sky.

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

Love should not cause suffocation and death if it is truly love. Don't bundle someone into an uncomfortable cage just because you want to ensure their safety in your life. The bird knows where it belongs, and will never fly to a wrong nest.

Seeking rest is like seeking the gift rather than the Giver; you can't receive the gift without first finding the Giver.

Made you the subject of my dreams, I was always the first to hear your screams. Haven't you had enough of all these schemes? Re-run all the scenes...Haven't you noticed we're being a bit too extreme? I know not everything is as it seems, but aren't you tired of floating downstream?

My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself...

…–now, be happy. But I’m not. I feel nothing. When I ‘m honest with myself, I know that the only emotion I’ve felt in years is being tired. Not physically tired. Just tired. It’s as if…as if there were nobody there to feel any more. But that’s not all. There’s something much worse. It’s doing something horrible to me. I’m beginning to hate people…

Once lively peonies now wind-weary, and ragged at the edges, hang their heavy crowns; rain on their backs, one final act, before detaching from the stem and falling down.