Ivan Turgenev Quotes

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.

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

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

I'm so tired, Katniss.

I'm tired a lot. I travel a lot.

Being tired isn't the same as being rich, but most times it's close enough.

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

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

I'm old, I'm rich and I'm tired.

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

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’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.

I am worn to a raveling.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .

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

I sometimes feel tired. But there are so many reasons for being tired.

As you get older, you do just get tired.

He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.

I feel like an aeroplane at the end of its flight, in the dusk, with the petrol running out, in search of a safe landing.

I do notice that I am tired.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

I am tired to death! tired of every thing! I would give the universe for a disposition less difficult to please. Yet, after all, what is there to give pleasure? When one has seen one thing, one has seen every thing.