Sarah Kane Quotes

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

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

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

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.

I know I can still play, but it's like I told my wife, I'm just tired mentally. I'm just tired.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

I'm tired of screwing up. I'm tired of being down. I'm tired of myself. I'm tired of bein' down.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

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.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

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.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

Most of the major mistakes I made in my life, I made when I was too tired to know what I was doing - both personally and professionally.

I'm too tired to hate.

And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

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.