“She looks so happy right? But inside she's dying. She's hurt and tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak or attention seeking so she keeps it all inside.”— Jayne Higgins, amazon.com
“1, 2, 3, another day quickly passes 1, 2, 3, tomorrow is already almost here Pressing down on my shoulders, pinning down the shadows I need a place to comfortably rest”— Kim Jonghyun, open.spotify.com
“Do you know why keyboards are always so tired? Because they have two shifts.”— lihararora, reddit.com
“Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.”— Ann Brashares, amazon.com
“I wondered if ever my heart would beat again, / As I wandered the moonlight’s dream, past pleasure or past pain.”— Robert Penn Warren, amazon.com
“The weight of the world is beginning to feel like stones in our pockets.”— Lydia Havens, wordsdance.com
“you know those moods where you just wanna cut everything and everyone off 'n just fall asleep for like two weeks.”— bpdlils, bpdlils.tumblr.com
“Sometimes I grow so tired of speaking my emotions to you. I open my mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings.”— Gabriel Gadfly, musingsofawaywardgypsy.wordpress.com
“Neither of us is happy but neither of us wants to leave so we keep breaking one another and calling it love.”— Rupi Kaur, amazon.com
“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.”— Franz Kafka, amazon.com
“It’s just that I’m so tired, I’m so tired, I'm—If I could just sleep a little bit, just a little bit—I’m just so exhausted. You see, if you fear something enough, you can make it happen.”— Gweneth Paltrow, Sylvia Plath, amazon.com
“My heart is empty. The emptiness is a mirror turned toward my own face.”— Ingmar Bergman, Antonius Block, amazon.com
“Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.”— Zelda Fitzgerald, thegatesofdamascus.wordpress.com
“You see, we’re tired, my heart and I, We dealt with books, we trusted men, And in our own blood drenched the pen.”— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, amazon.com
“Finally, she said: ‘I’m lonely’ — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: 'I’m lonely,’ and they ate her in the street.”— Catherynne M. Valente, fantasy-magazine.com
“Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.”— Zelda Fitzgerald, amazon.com