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“I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“And more than that, she just lookedâ€� tired. Like she’d battled the world and the world had won.”
― Sara Shepard

“The earth grieves, and I grieve, and I am weary of the fight”
― Sherryl Jordan, Winter of Fire

“He ached with weariness, but it became part of him; he scarcely noticed now that he was weary, he might always have been thus, it was so familiar to him.”
― Tanith Lee, Companions on the Road

“When I speak of God, I mean that god who prevented man from putting forth his hand and taking also of the fruit of the tree of life that he might live forever; of that god who multiplied the agonies of woman, increased the weary toil of man, and in his anger drowned a world—of that god whose altars reeked with human blood, who butchered babes, violated maidens, enslaved men and filled the earth with cruelty and crime; of that god who made heaven for the few, hell for the many, and who will gloat forever and ever upon the writhings of the lost and damned.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“As a king can wear a crown, a crown can also weary a king.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Find strength in your heartbeat, than weakness with a beat heart. Take each breath as another chance, and love for a new day.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Never overestimate the strength of the torchbearer's arm, for even the strongest arms grow weary.”
― A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

“She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.”
― Sarah Waters, Affinity

“Once lively peonies now
wind-weary, and ragged
at the edges, hang their heavy
crowns; rain on their backs,
one final act, before
detaching from the stem
and falling down.”
― Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

“If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don't worry, you're not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Approaching the Start of Civil Exams

Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar
approaching the start of civil exams,
my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion
with books on syntax and poetic style.

All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains
and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples
that grew in the valleys of my province.

But I had been gone over six years
busy with studies in the Heavenly City
empty and thin despite my work.

I showed my verses to an older poet
who told me a truth I longed to believe:
all knowledge is futile and barren
which does not open the love of your friends.”
― Jim Chapson

“Life can make a person weary and wary, and the body and soul become fatigued. Unalleviated tedium extinguishes the light in the soul.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Are you not tired as I am of waking up every morning and seeing the sun all over again? Tired of living the same life, suffering the same sorrow? Tired of desiring, and tired of being sated? Tired of waiting, and tired of possessing?”
― Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman and November

“When frustrated and weary take time to accept that there is no such thing as an insurmountable mountain...You merely have to find the right path...”
― Virginia Alison

“Never grow weary of giving,
Your small contribution can make someone else’s life worth living.”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Warriors don't get weary, troops do.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

“Arrogance based on relentless denial of faults eventually makes a person weary.”
― Sam Owen, 500 Relationships And Life Quotes: Bite-Sized Advice For Busy People

“Worry leads to weary.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“It was good that she remembered him, though it was exhausting to do so.
No rest for the weary. Or the dying. Or the dead.”
― Ryan Graudin, Invictus

“Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart's ease
Must kings neglect that private men enjoy!
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony- save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in?
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Thinks thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose.
I am a king that find thee; and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced tide running fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world-
No, not all these, thrice gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave
Who, with a body fill'd and vacant mind,
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Pheebus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse;
And follows so the ever-running year
With profitable labour, to his grave.
And but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V

“Living appears good, long, and tiresome, but it is way too short than a single stroke of lightning.”
― Aniruddha Sastikar

“the lonely mind wanders.
the happy mind goes.
the weary mind travels.
the thoughtful mind flows.”
― Barry DeCarli

“Fear makes you worry and worry makes you weary.”
― Todd Stocker

“O, weary angels,
don’t look at me with those eyes.
If that is your state
then what of our cries?
What can I tell you of goodness
that you don’t already know?
What can I tell you of faith,
of hope and love
that you yourselves bestow?
O, angels,
don’t pluck another feather,
this isn’t the sky,
it’s just the weather.
Please, angels, try.
We are one all together.
Look up and listen,
I’ll say it once and then put down my pen:
We are sorry for our ignorance
and even though we are worldly,
it might happen again.
We are sorry for your weariness
and even though you aren’t worldly,
we are no more than human.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Do not be weary to make money.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“To worry is to wear yourself out.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Jingle bells,
they ring in hell,
never to be merry,
they'll burn, they'll burn,
please my dear be weary”
― Eva N.

“Gennia is eating and talking to Ruiz on the phone. Each time he takes a mouthful, he catches a whiff of his shirt, which stinks of failure and yesterday.”
― Michael Robotham, Watching You

“David did many might deeds in his life. He did many foolish deeds in his life. But perhaps the noblest was their rarely discussed deed: he honored the tired soldiers at Brook Besor. (Facing Your Giants) p 78”
― Max Lucado