When you are unemployed, weekends are seven days long.
I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has b...
(n.) The quality or state of being weary or tried; lassitude; exhaustion of strength; fatigue.
and the castle in which she dwelt was a prison to her; and sometimes sudden fits of gusty passion would overtake her, for weariness grew to hate, and hate to wrath,"The Serpent's Head
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love?- Epithalamion
I have been merely oppressed by the weariness and tedium and vanity of things lately: nothing stirs me, nothing seems worth doing or worth having done: the only thing that I strongly feel worth while...
One of the most adventurous things left is to go to bed for no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
Sometimes a workweek will grind you into sand, pulverize you into particles.
Thou hast been called O sleep! the friend of woe But 'tis the happy who have called thee so.
Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance arms us with terrible freedom so that every will rushes to deed. A skillful man reads his dreams for his self-knowledge yet not the details but the qual...
For some must watch while some must sleep thus runs the world away.
What has life given me? The beginning is fire, the end is a heap of ashes, and between the end and the beginning lies all the pain in the world.
It is very easy to grow tired at collecting; the period of a low tide is about all men can endure. At first the rocks are bright and every moving animal makes his mark on the attention. The picture is...
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful soundSeems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thoughtAs Hermes with his lyre in sleep profoundThe hundred wakeful e...
Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.
Sleep faster we need the pillows.
That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces sleep.
I never sleep in comfort save when I am hearing a sermon or praying to God.
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
Yet a little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands to sleep.
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
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