Mental Exhaustion Quotes

I spend a substantial amount of my time endeavoring to fend off questions, and worry terribly that I might end up being too clear.

One day, you don't feel like doing anything. Nothing interests you, everything bores you. Feel more and more empty inside, more and more dissatisfied with yourself and the world in general. Then even that feeling wears off, and you don't feel anything anymore. You become completely indifferent to what goes on around you... You forget how to laugh and cry - you're cold inside and incapable of loving anything or anyone... There's no going back... The disease has a name. It's called deadly tedium.

I'll keep going until I get to the point where I can't get out on stage.

She asked if we were calm enough for her to take off the cuffs, and McMurphy nodded. He had slumped over with his head hung and his elbows between his knees and looked completely exhausted--it hadn't occurred to me that it was just as hard for him to stand straight as it was for me.

When you are creating to the magnitude that I try to create, your brain is like a computer, and you need to refresh.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

There is mental as well as physical fatigue. You have to cry, scream, keep on repeating the same dialogue till you get it right.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.

Toward the end of the Olympics, you get physically tired and drained. And no matter how much rest you have, your body is tired.

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

I sometimes feel tired. But there are so many reasons for being tired.

The soul is the weariest part of the body.

When I finish a book, I'm so exhausted that I'm sort of letting myself think that this could be the end.

If you're up against a smart opponent, make him think himself to death.

Usually, I work every day, seven days a week. When I go three days without writing, my body aches with anxiety; my mood is irritable. My night dreams grow wild with unconscious invention.

I never slept when I lost. I'd see the sun come up without ever having closed my eyes. I'd see those base hits over and over and they would drive me crazy.

These visits make me sick, and I really think they will make me crazy.

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas.

It is eminently a weariable faculty, eminently delicate, and incapable of bearing fatigue; so that if we give it too many objects at a time to employ itself upon, or very grand ones for a long time together, it fails under the effort, becomes jaded, exactly as the limbs do by bodily fatigue, and incapable of answering any farther appeal till it has had rest.

A million thoughts went through my mind. What little mind I have.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

I was going into a slump during 'Ironman.' I found out I was a diabetic around that time, and I was just stressed out. My mind wasn't all the way there.

Every day I went to the ballpark in Yankee Stadium as well as on the road people were on my back. The last six years in the American League were mental hell for me. I was drained of all my desire to play baseball.