#weary

But we're born as children and we look at the world with open eyes... And we don't judge and we don't betray. We're not jealous. We're not envious. We're not even weary, which is a danger also as kids. They have to learn a certain amount of awareness. ↗

— Colin Farrell

#amount #awareness #betray #born #certain

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men. ↗

— Herodotus

#delightful #hiding #men #place #weary

When the unwelcome little unborn shall have seen the light my brain will be lightened, and I shall have a clearer mind. Thank God that even this weary nine months shall come to an end and leave me in possession of my own body and my own soul. ↗

— Julia Ward Howe

#brain #clearer #come #end #even

The Law is never weary of again and again repeating its injunction of local unity of worship. ↗

— Julius Wellhausen

#injunction #law #local #never #repeating

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#asleep #books #conversation #dead #design

There are forces all around you who wish to exploit division, rob you of your freedom, and tell you what to think. But young folks can rekindle the weary spirit of a slumbering nation. ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#division #exploit #folks #forces #freedom

This bored fantastic woman, with her animal nature, giving herself the pleasure of seeing her enemy struck down, not a particularly keen one for her because she is so weary of having all her desires satisfied. ↗

— Gustave Moreau

#because #bored #desires #down #enemy

Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#amuse #any #ball #billiards #cause

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life. ↗

— Adelaide Anne Procter

#discordant #ease #echo #fingers #harmonious

The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#behind #bodies #dead #even #every