Life is one long process of getting tired.
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.
The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.
You may get real tired watching me, but I'm not going to quit.
Well, over the years, I've developed a stable of songs of which I'm known for and never get tired of singing.
You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.
The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying, 'Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.' She's got a baseball bat and yelling, 'You want a piece of me?'
I'm so tired, but I can't sleep...standing on the edge of something much too deep...funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word...we are screaming inside, oh, but we can't be heard...so afraid to love you, more afraid to lose...clinging to a past.
You get so tired (fighting the storm) that you make mistakes.
The only tired I was, was tired of giving in.
The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying, "Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and yelling, "You want a piece of me?".
I really got tired of it all. I was angry about the johns.
I'm tired of fighting. I've always known that I can't be an action star all my life.
You've just got to think that your legs aren't tired and there's still a lot of game left to play.
On the Statue of Liberty it says, 'Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor yearning for liberty' and that's why we're here.
I'm tired of driving.
I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.
Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
I'm getting tired, real tired.
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.
It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Right now, I'm kind of tired. I don't really know what to think. I'm supposed to be happy, but I can't be completely happy about it. That's just what happens. You never know when you're going to lose somebody. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her.
But I'm really tired of things being reduced to a bottom-line mentality.
We wouldn't let ourselves get tired.