Lilith Saintcrow Quotes

The worst thing in the world is to be tired.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.

I want to collapse. I want to fall on the sidewalk right there and drag myself to the ivy.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on

It just goes to show that what one person considers a "bad attitude" might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

I'm so tired. I don't know if I can ever outrun how I used to be.

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

I certainly do get at the end of my rope at times. We all do.

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 think, sometimes, you can just get really burnt out on something you enjoy doing and feel like the sponge is completely wrung dry.

Women get exhausted and beat down, and you just want to cry.

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

Some days I feel like everyone in my world has plugged themselves into my kidneys. I'm so tired.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

I don't know why this world keeps turning, round and round. But I wish it would stop and let me off right now!

I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

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'm tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I'm just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago. You can't dig that? You think I want to live like I'm somebody's throwaway?