Quotes About Burden

I was afraid, though, the blame would find a way to stick to them. That's how blame was.

an unbearable heaviness came over me.

Most everyone has a private torment, some voracious badger that gnaws at them without ceasing, and this was Father's.

Most everyone has a private torment, some voracious badger that gnaws at them without ceasing

Any great gift or power or talent is a burden, and this more than any, and you will often long to be free of it. But there is nothing to be done. If you were born with the gift, then you must serve it, and nothing in this world or out of it may stand in the way of that service, because that is why you were born and that is the Law.

The "family secret" is a further burden for abused children. By not talking about the abuse, the battered child cuts off any hope of emotional help.

The moment had gone. I carried my secrets still with me, and they were hard, heavy, bitter things.

You were right." "I usually am." His mouth twitched. "And modest." She shrugged. "I live with the burden.

She felt too much and didn't know where to put it.

It was only after time had passed that a person was able to see whether she might have been able to bear the load she was sure had been too heavy.

She increases her burden of self-hatred, she behaves destructively with people she loves.

Overblown responsibility was a part of my preoccupation with myself.

remembered that feeling as if she'd tucked it into her backpack and carried it around with her everywhere she went. This was both a blessing and a burden. A blessing, because this love had shown her, ever so briefly, that heaven could be touched. A burden, because it was a reminder of something she had lost.

So much of a parent's identity was wrapped up in the child: love, pride, self-worth, validation. It was an unfair burden on a small human being, but every child bore it, the lofty, seemingly unreachable expectations of her parents.

I once read that the sociologist Jane Addams called this burden the "family claim," two words that explain it well enough: a bond—no, a bondage, braided of strands of guilt, duty, and affection.

There are people in this world, whose lives are nothing but a burden to them. A black veil stands between them and the world. They are utterly alone. They are like shadows in the night, shut off from joy and all gentle human emotions, unable to even give comfort to each other. Their days are full of nothing but darkness, misery and solitude.

Lei è irlandese, signor O'Hara. Dimenticare per lei non è possibile." "E lei è tedesco, signor Middlehoff. Per lei la memoria è sicuramente un peso.

Her body was heavy and tired, and she thought, I can't carry myself another step into this life.

He humped the sack over his shoulder and went on up the path. And Henry, picking up his much smaller bundle, forbore to offer to carry the larger one. To be no longer young, with all the world in front of you, must be bad enough, without having it brought forcibly to your notice.

Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.

Now, I don't think about it." Or when I did, I mostly felt a terrible relief. Truly terrible, like a person who's been told they no longer have to carry the weight of their own gangrenous and rotting left arm. It smells, it hurts, it's literally killing you—but it's still the only left arm that you'll ever have.

Young men, romantics, call it love at first sight, but even then I understood it was only prettiness. Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.

We were grown-up women, so we packed our worsts away in hidden boxes. We were mothers, so we sank those boxes under jobs and mortgages and meal plans. Mothers have to sink those boxes deep.

No one walks around holding their ugliest sin in the palm of their hand, staring at it. Our hurts are heavy, and we let them sink. Every day they drift lower, settling in murky places where the light can't reach.