Quotes About Burden

Rule of Improv Comedy: Don't force others to answer broad questions because it puts a conversational burden on them and interrupts banter.

I hate myself. I feel like an idiot saying it because, blah, blah, teen angst, boo hoo, but I do. I hate myself. Almost all the time. I try not to tell anyone because I don't want to burden them, but I feel like I'm falling farther and farther away from them. Like the well's getting deeper and I'm running out of energy to climb it and any minute now, any second , it's going to stop being worth even trying.

Self-contained,' Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he'd had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember . . . Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn't, what was the point?

The nightmare feeling was rising in him, turning everything seem heavy and impossible, like he'd been asked to lift a mountain with his bare hands and no one would let him leave until he did.

It is not my name, but the name I use for this story. A name, I hoped, that would be free of prophecy, free of the burden of a future placed upon it, free of any destiny that would tear it from my hands and destroy worlds. You think I overstate. You are wrong.

a posture of heavy-lies-the-crown fatigue.

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

She kicked, but there was little to be gained from that, burdened as she was with the heavy lump of sharp, hard love she held so tightly to her chest. Was it the answers that it held that gave it so much weight?

As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.

Los secretos del corazón son diferentes. Son íntimos y dolorosos, y queremos, ante todo, escondérselos al mundo. No se hinchan ni presionan buscando una salida. Moran en el corazón, y cuanto más se los guarda, más pesados se vuelven.

They had spilled their secrets, and Auri knew full well how heavy hard-held secrets could become.

Llevaba la pobreza colgada del cuello como una piedra.

I would pass over the whole of that evening, in fact. I would spare you the burden of any of it if one piece were not necessary to the story. It is vital. It is the hinge upon which the story pivots like an opening door. In some ways, this is where the story begins. So let's have done with it.

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada. Pero no deberías pasarlo solo. Deberías haberme avisado. Yo lo entiendo.. (Auri)

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada.

You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done.

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada. Pero no deberías pasarlo solo. Deberías haberme avisado. Yo lo entiendo.

I bristled with two dozen new questions. Not so many, you might think, but when you added them to the half-hundred questions I carried with me wherever I went, I was stretched nearly to bursting.

Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.