When her husband stood opposite to her, she saw that his face was more haggard.
CHAPTER XLVIII Surely the golden hours are turning gray And dance no more, and vainly strive to run: I see their white locks streaming in the wind— Each face is haggard as it looks at me, Slow turning in the constant clasping round Storm-driven.
That is a strong word, but not too strong: it is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness—calling their denial knowledge.
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Rogak had Melody Byrd read a passage: Circe trying to bewitch Odysseus: "Wow you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always brooding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy— you’ve suffered far too much.
Laurie Halse Anderson -- The Impossible Knife of Memory
Their faces were pale and haggard, scratched and bruised.