1 His body and brain ached with indescribable weariness, and he could think of nothing to say or to do that should arrest the mad flight of the moments.
2 Scarlett caught sight of Phil Meade and hardly recognized him, so black was his face with powder and grime, so taut with strain and weariness.
3 She put her hand on his arm and felt that it was trembling with weariness but there was no weakness in his face.
4 Long lines of soldiers were passing, dust covered, sodden with weariness.
5 Then, as she started back toward the driver's seat, a vast weariness assailed her and she swayed dizzily.
6 Queer that she should feel nothing now, nothing except a weariness that shackled her limbs with heavy iron chains and a hunger that made her knees tremble.
7 She only knew she had left her tired body and floated somewhere above it where there was no pain and weariness and her brain saw things with an inhuman clarity.
8 Somewhere a barefoot army in dirty homespun was marching, fighting, sleeping, hungry and weary with the weariness that comes when hope is gone.
9 Prissy picked lazily, spasmodically, complaining of her feet, her back, her internal miseries, her complete weariness, until her mother took a cotton stalk to her and whipped her until she screamed.
10 Something of her exasperated weariness seemed to penetrate his mind, calling it back from its wanderings, for he raised her hands with tenderness and, turning them palm up, looked at the calluses.
11 Heartbreak and weariness sweeping over her, she dropped her head in her hands and cried.
12 Even speech was a labor and a weariness.
13 But he looked bright and cheerful, in contrast with the lines of sorrow and worry and weariness which Scarlett saw in faces everywhere.
14 Her heart was suddenly dull with pain, with weariness, as she thought of the long road she had come since those days.
15 It was as though all the weariness of the past months had culminated in the vacuity of that interminable evening.