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Fatigue fatigue is when you're tired of being tired.
I'm really pale.
Ed felt faint. Milk shake, as it turned out, was much less handy in your veins then, say, oxygen.
I feel a little dizzy," said Orion. "But also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange."
"Oxygen deprivation," said Foaly. "Or maybe it's just him.
Swollen in head, weak in legs, sharp in tongue but empty in belly.
I'm human, It's a terminal condition
When the heart is dry the eye is dry.
She feels a little sad. Is she sad? Helen considers an alternative: She is dehydrated.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
It gets too hot in there after a long test," he told Ehren. "The air gets all squishy." "It's called humidity, Tavi," Ehren said. "I haven't slept in almost two days. It's squishy.
Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality.
There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.
The kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix. Just tired of ... being.
Unhealthy to the point of diseased, he'd say - he had caught something from her, some decay transmitted from soul to soul, but then he recollected contemptuously that by her own admittance she lacked a soul. At the intersection ahead they could see
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.
The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.
A victim of the use of water as a beverage.
I'm perfectly healthy.
Lumpy and lazy; I aspired to lethargy. In the second year of university, I missed half my classes just because I couldn't pull myself out of bed.
Cold, like swallowed tears.
A doctor once told me I have abnormal levels of adrenaline in my system.
One day I can be ecstatically up, and the next, I can feel this real blankness, a deadness almost, which is scary.
Lethargics are to be laid in the light, and exposed to the rays of the sun for the disease is gloom.
I drink a great deal. I sleep a little, and I smoke cigar after cigar. That is why I am in two-hundred-percent form.
Testosterone poisoning,
Heartmating hesitating unafraid
What is that apathetic being doing?' she demanded, pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face. 'Has he fallen into a lethargy, or is he dead?
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
I lost almost all the blood in my body in 1957
I don't smoke, I don't drink much, I don't eat red meat. I stay out of the sun.
I have no appetite,' she sighed. 'Not for food, not for work. Not for anything.' I looked at her and wondered what I am except appetite.
Anorexia is a disease that happens to people, mostly women and girls, who have obsessive, perfectionist personalities.
I'm pretty healthy, most of the time.
Ounce of strength I had in me. But it was useless. My arms and legs moved in slow motion. My blood rushed cold, my veins darkening, mapping my skin
I feel like I am without substance, without weight.
There are times when one's vitality is too high to be clouded, too elastic to stay down.
Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
I'm just tired. I'm tired all the time. I wake up and I'm tired, I go to sleep and I'm tired.
Are you okay? You seem ... soggy."
"Soggy?"
"Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something.
Go sit down and look pale.
It's a drought in your brain.
I had low blood sugar, a chemical imbalance, plus the normal nervous breakdown everyone goes through from adolescence to adulthood.
They have been deprived nutritionally, or some illness has not been picked up, or they have not been screened for vision or hearing defects, or they have not had some kind of a chronic illness or error of metabolism picked up.
For some reason, I bruise like a peach. I don't have enough vitamin C, I think.
He is so old that his blood type was discontinued.
I'm tired, it's raining, and I am not a waterlily.
Many complain of a chronic weariness that sleep will not banish. Their trouble is that too little blood is pumped through the body per minute; this sluggishness, permitting poisonous waste matter to accumulate in every cell, clogs the channels of energy.
Mummies are dehydrated & they long for the blood of living words.
I am Edema Ruh to my bones. That means my blood is red. It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines.
drunk right now, Amfortas suspected, or high on amphetamine,
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
I'm sad
I'm tired
I'm lonely
But it's okay because I'm "breathing
I tend to sleep a lot.
I went through a very lethargic period ... I was just sort of getting through every night and every day.
skinny as horsehair in a glass of milk
I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.
I was so tired that I was nothing but my body: the steady dull throb in my thighs, the tremor all along my arms, the thick grime of dust muffling my skin.
No appetite. No sensation in a dry stomach. No desire. No orchids sweet enough to taste. Not the sort of woman to eat sandwiches on a bus. At least not the sort of woman who would eat in the dark. Not anymore.
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.
LIPID (Last Idiot Person I Dated) syndrome: a largely undiagnosed but pervasive disease that afflicts single women.
My organs are too powerful ... I manufacture blood and fat too rapidly.
If I quit surgery, I'd be afraid I'd dry up.
If I'm not in shape, it feels like something is wrong. If I haven't been able to get to class for a while or I've been sick, I don't feel complete. It doesn't feel like the electricity is making its connections.
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
All of us have that feeling of some deficiency from our childhood. I think that's a universal thing.
Numb. He felt everything. He couldn't feel anything.
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
Want of exercise was beginning to affect his health and to give him the weak and excitable character of a young German student.
I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.
Sedentary people are apt to have sluggish minds. A sluggish mind is apt to be reflected in flabbiness of body and in a dullness of expression that invites no interest and gets none.
I've been tired since I was 15.
I am filled with humidity.
Groggy. Achy. My muscles feel like a granny's.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
were half dead from too little water,
I'm like everybody else. I get tired sometimes.
Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.
He's sick." "What with?" "Sitzenlust. Chronic. The opposite of wanderlust.
He was born sleepless, without a talent for rest or the desire for it.
Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.
The excessively but not necessarily lycanthropically hirsute
He didn't like to be seen needing it - as if hunger were a sign of weakness.
I'm cold, Religiously cold.
He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.
I need to be very hungry all the time. I need to be very hungry to write.
I think I'm chronically exhausted.
I'm a healthy person.
Stupor, insanity, and curling up with a good book." Bright finished his coffee and slipped out of bed. "And I was wondering last night how I would fill my time today. Let me get dressed and have a spot of breakfast first.
Cold, hungry, scared as hell inside, but too damn brave to admit it.
Inspiration without perspiration leads to frustration and stagnation.
Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant, remains fruitless.
His flesh took paleness from his bones.
In her bones, in her blood and breath and soul, she was so, so tired.
diseases of an unromantic sort,
vampire hours of rest between dawn and noon.
I try and take lots of vitamins and I don't drink. I do smoke, though, I'd be insufferable if I didn't smoke, you'd have to push me off a balcony I'd be so boring.
There'd been months when hunger seemed to be the driving force in his life.