“Captain Woods: This job is destroying me. Do you know how old I am? Ashburn: Uh…fifty-eight? Captain Woods: I’m forty-three years old. Ashburn: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Well, I always…see I always round up.”— Katie Dippold, Captain Woods, Thomas F Wilson, imdb.com
“I enjoy doing the radio show every day. But the neurotic attention I devote to it and the inability to get rid of that insecurity is very fatiguing for me.”— Howard Stern, rollingstone.com
“We’re not feckless teens anymore; we’re grown-ass adults, and the challenges we face aren’t fleeting, but systemic.”— Anne Helen Petersen, buzzfeednews.com
“I'm too tired to slap you; would you bash your face against my palm?”— Adam Barr, Bill Wrubel, Karen Walker, Megan Mullally, imdb.com
“Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly…”— Abraham Lincoln, abrahamlincolnonline.org
“We’ve all hit that point of exhaustion. The point where nothing makes sense anymore. Your body hurts, your brain becomes foggy, and you feel like you’re trapped in a tunnel. When all you want is your bed. So, how do you keep going? How do you not just sit down and give up? Sometimes it’s easy. Somet…”— Meg Marinis, Dr. Meredith Grey, Ellen Pompeo, imdb.com
“People have wondered where the seat of original sin is; I think it 's in the stomach. A man eats too much and neglects exercise, and the Devil has him all his own way, and the little imps, with their long black fingers, play on his nerves like a piano. Never overwork either body or mind, boys. All t…”— Harriet Beecher Stowe, amazon.com
“It wasn't merely fatigue. Although it continued to worry me how tired I was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.”— Josh Lanyon, amazon.com
“The fatigue I’ve gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier than ever on this late autumn day with a useless sun, a world of unforgiving disasters. So many struggles and tragedies, so much sorrow and egotism…”— Emil Dorian, amazon.com