Cognitive Fatigue Quotes

Having to manage fatigue is something I and many people with MS have to deal with, and heat is no friend to my MS, either; it can be devastating.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

Your brain is cooked when you write hard for three or four hours.

I'm at my most productive before I even have my first cup of coffee. I only get slower and stupider as the day progresses.

We live in such an age of chatter and distraction. Everything is a challenge for the ears and eyes.

Writing is hard work and bad for the health.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

The physical effort of reading drains some of the pleasure I might take from whatever I'm reading.

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

When intelligent and sensible people despise knowledge in their old age, it is only because they have asked too much of it and of themselves.

Often when works at a hard question, nothing good is accomplished at the first attack. Then one takes a rest, long or short, and sits down anew to the work. During the first half-hour, as before, nothing is found, and then all of a sudden the decisive idea presents itself to the mind.

It's hard to describe what it's like to live with a concussion. You want to enjoy things like you used to, but you can't. You wake up in the morning and wonder how you're going to feel that day: What will my reactions be like? Will I have a headache? Will I have to triple check to see if I unplugged the flat iron?

I find the workload of what I do sufficiently great that when the term of court starts, I undergo a sort of annual intellectual lobotomy.

I have a tough time turning my brain off, to be honest.

When I know too much I get bored too fast.

Interruption, incoherence, surprise are the ordinary conditions of our life. They have even become real needs for many people, whose minds are no longer fed by anything but sudden changes and constantly renewed stimuli. We can no longer bear anything that lasts. We no longer know how to make boredom bear fruit. So the whole question comes down to this: can the human mind master what the human mind has made?

Everyone has a really short attention span, and you have to bombard them with content, content, content.

A wealth of information creates a poverty of attention.

I'm tired and I don't know what day it is.

I've given up thinking - it keeps getting me into trouble.

Spending an evening on the World Wide Web is much like sitting down to a dinner of Cheetos, two hours later your fingers are yellow and you're no longer hungry, but you haven't been nourished.

He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light.

Centre-back takes more out of you mentally than physically.