Quotes About Burden

Worry is the cross which we make for ourselves by overanxiety.

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

But if the Length of the Journey was all, it would be no burden. But the Consideration of What is to be done, is of great Weight. Great Things are wanted to be done, and little Things only I fear can be done.

Shame is heavier than a bag of salt.

It's because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.

I stayed awake all night, anxiously waiting for daylight, so that I could fully return to my new life, to rediscover the happiness I had known as a child, the joy that had stayed alive inside me even through times when being alive itself became a burden. These days I live in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which trigger memories from the past.

Hamej, merrini këto valixhe. Të rënda? Janë mbushur me pritje...

Teško je ploviti bez krivudanja sa tolikim svetom na brodu i za spas svih treba ponekad nešto od tereta i u more baciti.

Bir H?ristiyana mezarl?kta bir kabri nas?l çok görebilirsin? dedi. Hem de onun günahlar?n? affetmeyecekmiÅŸim? Hayat?nda mutsuz oluÅŸu yetmiyor mu ki?.. Yukarda, hepimizin günahlar?n?n hesab?n? soracak olan, vars?n onun da günahlar?n?n hesab?n? sorsun!..

And what this small and, yes, treacherous, percentage of all the good men and women who work and risk and fight every single day has done to diminish that work, that risk, that fight, it weighs heavily.

a hundred-eighty pounds of dead weight—all muscle—to

Therapy is to make one happy. What is the point of that? Happy people are not interesting. Better to accept the burden of unhappiness and try to turn it into something worthwhile, poetry or music or painting: that is what he been believes.

Geschichte lebt nicht, wenn man ihr keine Heimat im Bewusstsein gibt; sie ist eine Last, die kein freier Mensch zu tragen gezwungen werden kann.

You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.

He could feel V's eyes sharpen, the vampire's fierce intellect churning over the situation. Among the brothers, Vishous had the most raw brainpower, but he paid for the privilage. Man, Wrath sure had his own demons, and they were no walk in the park, but he wouldn't have wanted Vishous's cross to bear. Seeing what had yet to come was a terrible burden. -Wrath's thoughts

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.

She glanced over at the heavy

See, this is how people get paralyzed. They stuff and stuff and stuff, and the triggers keep coming and the layers continue to build until the load becomes too heavy, and they fold.

He was stronger and tougher—and she had to believe, even if it went against every core principle she personally had, that his single-minded, unwavering commitment to himself was going to see him through this better than her compassionate interest in others. Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.

As the voice of the wizard continued to pound at him, he felt the ivy of the past overtaking him once again, all the things he had failed to do, all the differences he hadn't made, all the care he'd tried to take, but had fallen short on…and now there was a new layer. Cormia's layer.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch--- when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.