I've been dating since I was fifteen. I'm exhausted. Where is he?

I'm a method writer. In order to write about the emotion, I have to experience it. I get physically tired and exhausted, devoting hours and hours and hours to it.

Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence.

The extent of God’s grace always eclipses the extent of my grotesqueness. Therefore, I can never be bad enough for God to tell me that He’s had enough.

Sometimes exhaustion is not a result of too much time spent on something, but of knowing that in its place, no time is spent on something else.

While a part of me wants to know, another part of me is too exhausted to ask.

History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....

In such a beast as this...' (he means the army)'...It was the collective power that went, collapsing like a long-exhausted animal, at once falling under its own weight as much as that of its enemy. It was a collective death and not a matter of bravery or even strength, and once it was down it was finished as a battle.

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?