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Every increased possession loads us with new weariness.
Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover. But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you.
She was comfortable enough that she was beginning to suffer from the most chronic condition of slavery - boredom.
A restlessness has seized hold of many of us, a sense that we should be doing something else, no matter what we are doing, or doing at least two things at once, or going to check some other medium. It's an anxiety about keeping up, about not being left out or getting behind.
One mood can be replaced by another, but it is impossible to leave attunement altogether. However, profound boredom brings us as close to a state of un-attunement as we can come.
Indecisiveness wears a person out.
Truth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me: you say it wearies you; But how I got it
came by it.
Laziness. Unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.
It was the tiredness of time lived, with its days and days. It was the tiredness of gravity- gravity, which wants you down in the center of the earth.
Restlessness is a fickle catalyst; it can drive you to achieve or it can coax your demise, and sometimes the choice isn't yours
ennui - that dreaded mire of the human emotions.
Undoubtedly the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam.
Retiring and discovering that you no longer have enough energy to enjoy life and dying a few years out of sheer boredom.
Trouble Springs From Idleness.
Everything in this world exists to wear you down.
The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight.
I've grown extremely tired
of the face of the world.
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
To be worn out is to be renewed.
After a while, though, even sadness becomes tiresome.
Life can make a person weary and wary, and the body and soul become fatigued. Unalleviated tedium extinguishes the light in the soul.
In idleness there is a perpetual despair.
The habit of analysis has a tendency to wear away the feelings.
The pains of disconcerted or frustrated habits, and the inherent pleasure there is in following them, are motives which nature has put into our wills without generally caring to inform us why; and she sometimes decrees, indeed, that her reasons shall not be ours.
Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron.
Tired is not a word in my vocabulary.
Tiring because he felt prematurely the weight of carrying how stupidly fucking sad this was for the rest of his days.
Positive emotion alienated from the exercise of character leads to emptiness, to inauthenticity, to depression, and, as we age, to the gnawing realization that we are fidgeting until we die.
A satisfied need no longer motivates.
(To those who are themselves unhappy, the contentment of others can sometimes be mistaken for tedium.)
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Tedium and ennui are the demons of modernity. These haunt us when the routines fail, the narratives dissolve, and time disintegrates (p. 718).
An unfinished feeling.
There is no sense of weariness like that which closes in a day of eager and unintermittent pursuit of pleasure. The apple is eaten, but "the core sticks in the throat." Expectation has then given way to ennui, appetite to satiety.
It is the just doom of laziness and gluttony to be inactive without ease and drowsy without tranquility.
Boredom and fatigue are great historical forces.
Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.
Loneliness, maybe. Or aloneness. The way I don't fit here or there. My
Fundamental tiredness" suspends egological isolation and founds a community that needs no kinship.
Fatigue, discomfort, discouragement are merely symptoms of effort.
If an unusual necessity forces us onward, a surprising thing occurs. The fatigue gets worse up to a certain point, when, gradually or suddenly, it passes away and we are fresher than before!
Discontment is an insidious thing, trapping us into thinking that which is enough is longer enough, and that which is satisfying is no longer satisfying.
Overworking leads to exhaustion.
Disgust at the torments that shackle us, the chains of heavy life.
When you start to bore yourself and others, that's when you begin to get old.
As a necessary prerequisite to the creation of new forms of expression one might, I suppose, argue that current sensibilities respond uniquely to the notion of exhaustion as exhaustion, although that does de facto seem rather limiting.
'Retiring' - within that word is 'tiring,' and I'm not tired. I don't believe in retirement, really.
Continued eloquence is wearisome.
Boredom, that traitorous devil that posseses us to do things sometimes useless, and often stupid.
When you are tired.Rest!
Tired mentaly, physically, spiritually.
Rest can take on many forms
Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.
Fatigue roughens up the edges of your nerves; it exposes your fears and your weaknesses.
Unhappiness was something you got used to or something that passed.
These are the effects of doting age,
vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.
I'm tired. I'm twenty-five years old and I have lived enough
Current Position: Tired from the human race.
Restlessness is discontent - and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man - and I will show you a failure.
I am tired from having lived seventeen different lives, compressed into the space of one.
Baumeister's group has repeatedly found that an effort of will or self-control is tiring; if you have had to force yourself to do something, you are less willing or less able to exert self-control when the next challenge comes around. The phenomenon has been named ego depletion. In
What heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness?
It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real laziness is the cause of the apparent bustle.
Disillusion in an ache that eats into the dreams of goodness, of love, of any value that matters - even to the very belief in life.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
Everyone was searching for something, conducting lively arguments, getting excited, but behind it all one felt weariness, disillusion, emptiness.
Despaired of any rest or contentment in a world grown too busy for beauty and too shrewd for dreams
Complacency is a blight that saps energy, dulls attitudes, and causes a a drain in the brain. The first symptom is satisfaction with things as they are. The second is rejection of things it as they might be. "Good enough" becomes days today's watchword and tomorrow standard.
If you have a task to perform and are vitally interested in it, excited and challenged by it, and then you will exert maximum energy.
But in the excitement, the pain of fatigue dissipates, and the exuberance of what you hope to achieve overcomes the weariness.
Every thing in this world exist to wear you down
rise of frustration.
I suppose it is the way with all men and women who reach middle age without the clear perception that life never can be thoroughly joyous: under the vague dullness of the grey hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object, and finds it in the privation of an untried good. Dissatisfaction
Getting older ... mostly it entails accepting the unacceptable.
The cause of laziness is physiological; it is an infirmity of the constitution, and its victim is as much to be pitied as a sufferer from any other constitutional infirmity. It is even worse than many other diseases; from them the patient may recover, while this is incurable.
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
What is more miserable than discontent?
On those grim days when he felt surrounded by the vacuum of absurdity, he always felt particularly weary. He tried to blame his weariness on the daily
I bought an energy bar, and as I ate it a great weariness came over me.
There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep.
procrastination,
This was what happened after you'd been together with someone a long time. You loved that it was old and worn and comfy, but sometimes it was old and worn and comfy.
I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me,
I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.
Sluggish idleness
the nurse of sin.
When you don't give yourself the time and care you need, your body rebels in the form of sickness and exhaustion
Exhaustion without reward is torture.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.
Once we have reached a certain degree of enfeeblement, whether caused by age or by ill health, all pleasure taken at the expense of sleep, every disturbance of routine, becomes a nuisance.
Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.
Men fall into a routine when they are tired and slack: it has all the appearance of activity with few of its burdens.
The years wrinkle our skin, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles our soul.
My boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality
just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust.
The luxurious ache of tired but not weary limbs.
Concentration is sometimes mistaken for grumpiness.
Structural dissatisfaction: Returning to circumstances that once pleased you, after having experienced a more thrilling or opulent way of life, and finding that you can no longer tolerate them.
Moderation is the key to old age and the doorway to boredom
It's age. It's a diminution of energy and the worry that there are no new ideas. It's an increasing lack of confidence. I'm not the only one. I've checked with other people.
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity
Do not be deceived! The busiest people harbor the greatest weariness, their restlessness is weakness
they no longer have the capacity for waiting and idleness.
It's the hunger; the hunger for an alternative and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness...
Life wears down the edges of the mind.