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Last updated on September 19, 2024.
To right, the unrightable wrong, to love pure and chaste from a-far, to try when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star.
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves. — © Honore de Balzac
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.
The good thing about being stuck at the airport for an extra hour, is that it gives you a chance to give weary travelers surprise massages.
Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home.
Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
It would be hard to say that exactly, but antinatalism is a reality in my life, not just an interesting idea. I can feel it in the chilled and weary marrow of my bones.
Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
If there is disturbance in the camp, the general's authority is weak. If the banners and flags are shifted about, sedition is afoot. If the officers are angry, it means that the men are weary.
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.
Man hath a weary pilgrimage, As through the word he wends; On every stage, from youth to age, Still discontent attends.
The weary August days are long;
The locusts sing a plaintive song,
The cattle miss their master's call
When they see the sunset shadows fall. — © Edmund Clarence Stedman
The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.
Some plague the people with too long sermons; for the faculty of listening is a tender thing, and soon becomes weary and satiated.
Tho' you're tired and weary Still journey on, till you come to your happy abode, Where all you love you've been dreaming of Will be there, at the end of the road.
I have neither talent or taste for kingship, cousin. I am a warrior, and to dwell always in one place and live at court would weary me to death!
Muscle-work can only make one weary-it takes brain-work to create true exhaustion.
Behold, I am weary of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to receive it.
Be not weary in well-doing. … Out of small things proceedeth that which is great. Behold, the Lord requireth the heart and a willing mind.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us
Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.
People have become so weary of all the government and media dishonesty, the all-too-commonplace lying, that most Americans have stopped listening.
I had this thought a while ago, "My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land." And I grew weary of the sun
I get weary of reading about rebirths because we're all growing all the time and it diminishes the life you've lived if you say 'I'm a new person.
Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars? If along the way you are growing weary, You can rest with me until a brighter day It's okay
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centers in the mind.
The first requisite for success is the ability to apply your physical and mental energies to one problem incessantly without growing weary.
It has taken a weary long time to persuade American Presbyterians to give up infant damnation and try to bear it the best they can.
Maybe Fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in.
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.
There's a part of you that always remains a child, no matter how mature you get, how sophisticated or weary.
The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity,
Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify,
Weary bodies refresh and mollify. — © Ovid
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify.
My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.
I was able to see faith as more than just a comfort to the weary or a hedge against death; rather, it was an active, palpable agent in the world.
God is love; to do his will is to scatter love in handfuls of blessing on a weary world.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
The Law is never weary of again and again repeating its injunction of local unity of worship.
The first requisite of success is the ability to apply your physical and mental energies to one problem without growing weary.
My health is so often impaired that I begin to be as weary of it as mending old lace; when it is patched in one place, it breaks out in another.
Eventually we grow weary of seeking treasures outside ourselves and we begin to look within. There we discover that the gold we sought, we already are.
So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.
Now I have shed my first blood. I feel no qualms, no pride, no remorse. There is only a weary indifference that will follow me throughout the war. — © Audie Murphy
Now I have shed my first blood. I feel no qualms, no pride, no remorse. There is only a weary indifference that will follow me throughout the war.
My friends: let us have faith in each other. Let us not grow weary.
You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.
Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
We can be tired, weary and emotionally distraught, but after spending time alone with God, we find that He injects into our bodies energy, power and strength.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.
I'm very conscious and weary of the hype economy and the way people build things up just to tear them down.
Allegiance, after all, has to work two ways; and one can grow weary of an allegiance which is not reciprocal.
I get weary of reading about rebirths because we're all growing all the time and it diminishes the life you've lived if you say 'I'm a new person.'
The Lord who cannot endure vain repetitions is equally weary of vain variations.
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