Quotes About Burden

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.

Woe doth the heavier sit where it perceives it is but faintly borne.

Não podeis ministrar algum remédio A um espírito enfermo, e da memória Arrancar-lhe uma dor enraizada, Apagar-lhe os escrúpulos gravados Na alma? Não conheceis algum nepente Capaz de lhe extirpar a um peito inquieto A matéria que pesa insuportável No coração?

The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It

Gib Worte deinem Schmerz: Gram, der nicht spricht, / Presst das beladene Herz, bis dass es bricht.

The danger is especially apparent if the young person is affected by what has been termed "incomplete mourning"—has, in effect, been unable to achieve the catharsis of grief, and so carries within himself through later years an insufferable burden of which rage and guilt, and not only dammed-up sorrow, are a part, and become the potential seeds of self-destruction. In

there is no such thing as a good tax

we must not give way to a lust for plunder until the enemy is completely scattered. The man who's too quick to plunder is no longer a man. He turns himself into a beast of burden and ought to be treated like a traitor.

a problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience

Whenever I travel anywhere, I'm constantly asked if I'm Swedish. It's the burden of most Norwegians. The Swedes have just got a better publicity agent, I think.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

Master Richard carries so much on his young shoulders, the normal troubles associated with adolescence in addition to sharing Master Bruce's crusade. I only wonder if he knows how casually he is throwing away the years of his youth. And if in the end, he will feel it was worth it.

The magic of sex is itís acquisition without the burden of possessions. No matter how many women you take home, thereís no storage problem.

Geboren in een gevangenis, met lasten op onze schouders en onze gedachten, zouden wij niet in staat zijn het einde van een dag te halen als de mogelijkheid er een einde aan te maken ons niet aanspoorde om de volgende dag opnieuw te beginnen... De ketens en de verstikkende lucht van deze wereld ontnemen ons alles, behalve de vrijheid onszelf te doden; en deze vrijheid blaast ons zo'n kracht en een hoogmoed in dat ze zegeviert over de gewichten die ons verpletteren.

The truth wouldn't set her free. Far from it. The truth was a Pandora's box and she had to keep the lid firmly closed

he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed,

O horrível dever é o de ir até o fim. E sem contar com ninguém. Viver-se a si mesma. E para sofrer menos embotar-me um pouco. Porque não posso mais carregar as dores do mundo. Que fazer quando sinto totalmente o que outras pessoas são e sentem? Vivo-as mas não tenho mais força.

But I've never known what to do with people and the things I like, sometimes they weigh me down, ever since I was a girl.