Arthur Golden Quotes

When they have their hands on their knees, that's when they're tired.

I played almost four hours today, ... Im very, very tired.

My bones are ringing the way sometimes people say their ears are ringing, I'm so tired.

But we were all feeling that bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.

I'm knocked out, I've never felt so physically and mentally exhausted, I'm quite stupid with it and long only for bed; but I am happy.

The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

When I was playing I felt tired all the time. My recovery period was a lot longer than the other players. They'd be ok after an hour - I'd have to stay in bed till the next session.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I'm there in my makeup, and that's getting a little tiring.

I love it when, after a day of shooting, I'm so exhausted that my bones hurt.

When you're tired, you say, 'Hey, I need to rest from tennis or something.'

During the season, I'm sore everywhere.

Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover. But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you.

Basically, it's just fatigue, ... I've run out of gas a little bit. I've played a lot this summer, and the body's just telling me I'm fatigued.

The endless bonking was exhausting me.

He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.

Which would your men rather be, tired, or dead?

its been a long night" "aren't they all?

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigor of the traveller.

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

I honestly wear myself out walking around, fixing this and fixing that. Maybe that's why I like to work so much - so I can just get to that moment where I'm like, "Whoa." I have to be super tired and knocked out to stop!

They were pretty tired by now of course; but not what I’d call bitterly tired – only slow and feeling very dreamy and tired as one does when one is coming to the end of a long day in the open.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.