What a pathetic creature is man! His senses are awakened by the hope for the very thing whose consummation puts him to… — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Time knows not the weight of sleep or weariness, and night's deep darkness has no chain to bind his rushing pinion. — George D. Prentice Copy Share Image
It is by disease that health is pleasant; by evil that good is pleasant; by hunger, satiety; by weariness, rest. — Heraclitus Copy Share Image
Thats because, like everyone else on the planet, you believed that time would teach you to grow closer to God. But time… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
He took pains to avoid self-depreciation, self-mockery, ambiguity, irony, subtlety, vulnerability, a civilized world-weariness and a tragic sense of history--the very things,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“Adam senses a large weariness in him, the weariness of an old actor in the middle of a long run in an… — John Banville Copy Share Image
Was it love of people?' I asked her. 'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom… — Jennifer Worth Copy Share Image
Passion makes the old medicine new: Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Take now this Ring,' he said; 'for thy labours and thy cares will be heavy, but in all it will support thee… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“You are thinking.'' he said. ''that my face is old and tired. You are thinking that I talk of power, and yet… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Many men absorbed in business show such a rare quality of culture that we are surprised at it. The reason invariably is… — Ernest Dimnet Copy Share Image
All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
Hours and hours passed, with nothing to do but keep the compass on its course and the plane on a level keel.… — Amy Johnson Copy Share Image
When two or three sciences are pursued at the same time if one of them be dry, as logic, let another be… — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When a thought appears such as "Do the dishes" and you don't do them, notice how an internal war breaks out... The… — Byron Katie Copy Share Image
Seeing that a Pilot steers the ship in which we sail, who will never allow us to perish even in the midst… — John Calvin Copy Share Image
“How kind is weariness sometimes! It is like the Father's hand laid a little heavy on the heart to make it still.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For here now is the age of iron. Never by daytime will there be an end to hard work and pain, nor… — Hesiod Copy Share Image
“Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part--time and space and… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
“In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms… — William Kean Seymour Copy Share Image
Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of a Captain's… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
To remove warfare from a spiritual life is to render it unspiritual. Life in the spirit is a suffering way, filled with… — Watchman Nee Copy Share Image
It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
If you have a task to perform and are vitally interested in it, excited and challenged by it, and then you will… — Jimmy Carter Copy Share Image
Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“There was another silence. I felt, above all, tired. Tiredness: if there was a constant symptom of the disease in our lives… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
When the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
St. Andrews provided a gentle forgetfulness over the preceding painful years of my life. It remains a haunting and lovely time to… — Kay Redfield Jamison Copy Share Image
I heard someone walk out of the alley behind me, and my body went tense and tight, despite my weariness. Then a… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Over the following days and weeks I would come to see, with mounting weariness, that this was to be the pattern of… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
O You who are mad about Your creature! true God and true Man, You have left Yourself wholly to us, as food,… — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
After the fever of life--after wearinesses, sicknesses, fightings and despondings, languor and fretfulness, struggling and failing, struggling and succeeding--after all the changes… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
In the eyes of those lovers of perfection, a work is never finished a word that for them has no sense but… — Paul Valery Copy Share Image
