Drained Quote by James Worthy

Everyone is so weird in L.A. that if you're somewhat normal, it's exotic.

— David Spade

I do realise and understand very well on a profound level how lucky I am and what a privileged position it is and what…

— Johnny Depp

I'd like to be settled into somewhat of a normal life. Somewhat. I know it's never going to be completely normal.

— Michael Jordan

“There are things we feel for certain people, and only they make us feel those things. This was one of those. More than a…

— Derek Adam

Just as, in travel, one may miss seeing the sunset because one cannot find the ticket-office or is afraid of missing the train, so…

— Iris Origo

“Anger was foreign to him; he had only felt it once before. But now it came, a wash of it that made him swell,…

— Theodore Sturgeon

James was truly an unknown quantity. He was really, physically drained in the spring and he got dinged in the fall. We brought him…

— Terry Hoeppner

“My energies have been drained. Masturbating too much will do that.”

— Michelle M. Pillow

I did four or five years in telly, and by the end of it was drained. I was a bit sick of myself. I…

— Matthew Macfadyen

Hitler ... lacked the [inclination] for anything more than the occasional sensational display of emotion, in particular the great set-piece speech which mesmerized the…

— John Keegan

They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping…

— Cormac McCarthy

Once the forest has been removed and the swamp starts being drained, that organic matter begins to oxidise and give off continuing emissions. It's…

— Frances Ford Seymour

If European symbols and traditions have grown tired, perfunctory and oppressively banal in Australia, or been drained of spirit and meaning by the dreary…

— Michael Leunig

The bourgeois thinkers of the eighteenth century thus turned Aristotle's formula on its head: satisfactions which the Greek philosopher had identified with leisure were…

— Alain de Botton

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay