Miguel de Cervantes Quotes

I'm quite well-rehearsed in having mental days; being awake at the crack of dawn and still having to be awake late at night.

I get maybe four hours of sleep a night. I'm a little bit crazy.

To say I am not mentally tired in ways and exhausted in ways would be a lie.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

A lot of times, fighters get not only physically tired but mentally exhausted. It's like a chess match - you're thinking of offense and defense at the same time. It's almost exhausting to think about it. After a while, you just go, 'I'll move my pawn.' A lot of times in fights, people get exhausted, and they're just sick of trying to focus on it.

When you are overworked and exhausted, there is a sense of kind of delirium and that's why I think architects do all-nighters and they kind of do those deadlines. For four days I remember doing four nights in one row with no sleep. I mean nobody, unless you are crazy, would do that, but you are totally focused on the project.

Sadly, I haven't had a brain cell since I had children.

You get three hours' sleep and then you start all over again. Relentless. Pre-production was almost harder than filming. I was all over the city every day. It was really exhausting.

I get sick all the time because I get no rest and sleep, but it's definitely worth it.

From morning when I wake up until I go to sleep, I am working. I go to bed and I want to switch off, but the brain doesn't switch off.

I had no idea there were so many ways you could burn yourself out.

Fatigue is the best pillow.

... too emotionally strung out.

I think I'm chronically exhausted.

My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.

I have the inability to stop thinking and switch off from work at night, which causes a lot of sleeplessness.

A man can wear out a particular part of his mind by continually using and tiring it, just in the same way he can wear out the elbows of his coat.

There's no narcotic like exhaustion.

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.

I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.

i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.

You're always in a rush, or else you're too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.

It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go. Something in me just gave up.