“Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.”
Source: Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances
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“Sleep was like a phantom I was too tired to chase.”
Page 96
2000s, Promises to Keep (2008)

" Death Tape http://jonestown.sdsu.edu/AboutJonestown/Tapes/Tapes/DeathTape/Q042fbi.html" FBI No. Q042 (18 November 1978)

Main Street (1920)
Context: I think perhaps we want a more conscious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of seeing just a few people able to be individualists. We're tired of always deferring hope till the next generation. We're tired of hearing politicians and priests and cautious reformers... coax us, 'Be calm! Be patient! Just give us a bit more time and we’ll produce it; trust us; we’re wiser than you!' For ten thousand years they've said that. We want our Utopia now— and we're going to try our hands at it.

“Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than of war.”
A misquotation http://listserv.linguistlist.org/pipermail/ads-l/2009-August/092648.html of:
Πάντων μὲν κόρος ἐστὶ καὶ ὕπνου καὶ φιλότητος
μολπῆς τε γλυκερῆς καὶ ἀμύμονος ὀρχηθμοῖο,
τῶν πέρ τις καὶ μᾶλλον ἐέλδεται ἐξ ἔρον εἷναι
ἢ πολέμου· Τρῶες δὲ μάχης ἀκόρητοι ἔασιν.
Men get
Their fill of all things, of sleep and love, sweet song
And flawless dancing, and most men like these things
Much better than war. Only Trojans are always
Thirsty for blood!
Iliad, XIII, 636–639 (tr. Ennis Rees)
The misquotation implies that an overweening love of war was the norm, whereas the real quote decries the Trojans as inhumane for keeping the war going.
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Source: An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“The only tired I was, was tired of giving in.”
Rosa Parks: My Story, p. 116, Rosa Parks and James Haskins (1992)
Context: People always said that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn't true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.

“When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.”
Libby Houston, in the poem "Gold" in Necessity (1988).
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