Quotes About Burden

weighed perhaps 120 pounds.

Do you know what hate feels like? Ten thousand pounds upon our shoulders. Every time that we are judged or we judge others, another pound is added, until our bodies are so heavy that we cannot move.

If you do not, when you return you will have to carry that trait, as well as another one, into your next life. The burdens will become greater. With each life that you go through and you did not fulfill these debts, the next one will be harder. If you fulfill them, you will be given an easy life. So you choose what life you will have. In the next phase, you are responsible for the life you have. You choose it.

I had a feeling of easing his burden with my strength')

When being lost seems So much more like being found, And you find all that is lost Is what weighed you down.

So what's this "sad" business mean, anyway? I mean, how often do you feel like doing it?' 'Sad? Oh, sadness is just happiness in reverse. We humans have to put up with it. Just being human is an awful burden to bear.' 'You keep on doing it? Is that why you feel compelled to collect all these old secondhand sunsets?

Sadness is just happiness in reverse. We humans have to put up with it. Just being human is an awful burden to bear.

The wise learn how to carry their burden with grace, often to protect others from the emotional intensity of their pain.

There was no time for nurturing. I was always trying not to bother her or worry her. My mother felt distant, cold to the needs of this little girl. All of the energy went to keeping her head above water, surviving. I always felt like a burden, an "extra mouth to feed." I rarely remember feeling loved. From as early as I can remember, I knew I was on my own.

There was so much to do...so many things that Christ had called me to do. It would take more pain, more loneliness. Maybe death. Why was it so hard? Why? Then I saw Jesus. He was struggling up a hill with a great burden. His face was lined with grief, His back bent.

With a boulder on my shoulder Feeling kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round.

All I do know is as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes heavier . . . much heavier. With each passing year, the price of our refusal to do that sorting rises higher and higher.

All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes heavier...much heavier. With each passing year, the price of our refusing to do that sorting rises higher and higher.

In portaging from one river to another, Wabanakis had to carry their canoes and all other possessions. Everyone knew the value of traveling light and understood that it required leaving some things behind. Nothing encumbered movement more than fear, which was often the most difficult burden to surrender.

and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me

I feel deadly faint, bowed, and humped, as though I were Adam, staggering beneath the piled centuries since Paradise.

You can't be free if the cost of being you is too high.

It's a relief to leave unnecessary things. But do the necessary things have to be so heavy?

Lucy had told me more than once that the past was a burden, that it was time to tear everything down.

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Nimitz alone bore the "horrible" burden of command: "It stops right there, and no one else can take it away from him, and no one else can help him.

You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever, George said. No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry. How do you make girls cry, exactly? George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.

Now was not a good time, but we didn't often get to chose the time to repay our debts.

George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forwar, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, 'My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.