There were times . . . when it occurred to me that i was repeating my mother's life. usually this thought struck me as funny. but if i happened to be tired, or if there were extra bills to pay and no money to pay them with, it seemed awful. i'd think 'this isn't the way our lives are supposed to be going.' then i'd think 'half the world has the same idea.
Men they hail you as their morning star because you are the way you are. If you return the sentiment, they'll try to make you different; and once they have you, safe and sound, they want to change you all around. Your moods and ways they put a curse on; they'd make of you another person. They cannot let you go your gait; they influence and educate. They'd alter all that they admired. They make me sick, they make me tired.
Maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] anyway, after that, remembering marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since i understood very well that people would forget me when i was dead.
Ivanov: once i worked hard and thought a lot but i never got tired; now i do nothing and think of nothing, but i'm tired in body and spirit. My conscience aches day and night, i feel deeply guilty but i don't understand where i am actually at fault. And add to that my wife's illness, my lack of money, the constant bickering, gossip, unnecessary conversations, that stupid borkin... My home has become loathsome to me and i find living there worse than torture.
Adrian ivashkov: "rose hathaway, i can't wait to see you again. if you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak." rose hathaway: "if by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. you're right.
The realization that i’d have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. my knees buckled and i slid down the tree trunk to its roots. it was too much. i was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. let them call the peacekeepers and take us to the community home, i thought. or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.