A Quote by Napoleon Bonaparte

Great men grow tired of contentedness. — © Napoleon Bonaparte
Great men grow tired of contentedness.
Great men, great events, great epochs, it has been said, grow as we recede from them; and the rate at which they grow in the estimation of men is in some sort a measure of their greatness.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
The great majority of men grow up and grow old in seeming and following.
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
People have said over the years that the reason I did not give up my seat was because I was tired. I did not think of being physically tired. My feet were not hurting. I was tired in a different way. I was tired of seeing so many men treated as boys and not called by their proper names or titles. I was tired of seeing children and women mistreated and disrespected because of the color of their skin. I was tired of Jim Crow laws, of legally enforced racial segregation.
As for famous men who were not artists, I am beginning to be tired of them. Those poor little scoundrels who are called great men fill me with nothing but overwhelming horror.
I'm tired of saying, "How wonderful you are!" to fool men who haven't got one-half the sense I've got, and I'm tired of pretending I don't know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they're doing it.
Really great things, when discussed by little men, can usually make such men grow big.
The more you're at Alabama, you grow as a person and as a player learning from great coaches and great men and just growing with your teammates.
Great men are not born great, they grow great . . .
Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.
I am tired of hiding, tired of misspent and knotted energies, tired of the hypocrisy, and tired of acting as though I have something to hide.
People always say that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn't true. I was not tired physically... No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.
It may be made a question whether men grow wiser as they grow older, anymore than they grow stronger or healthier or honest.
Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.
It is contrary to the worship that is in contentedness.
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