The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be - But when he got well, a wolf once more was he
Walter BowerYes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.
Rashomon and Seventeen Other StoriesLater in the winter I'd tire of the snow, but Christmas snow was different.
The Most Wonderful Time of the YearLove surrounds, softens and tires violence and force.
Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life