Quotes About Weight

There are the social struggles, and the agonies and embarrassments of puberty... and the weight of the world that falls upon each of us in varying degrees, as we finally relinquish childhood's clouds in glory to live, ever after, in our earthly realm

The wind was not invisible. It had a texture, as though it carried a weight of dust, the motes steadily gumming up her eyes and sealing her nose, finding its way into her underwear and up into her body by those routes too.

His eyelids closed—buckled, really—the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

Poor Grigor. His heart simply became too heavy, there in the cavity of his chest.

Estas fantasias la consolaban cuando el peso que soportaba amenazaba con romperla en mil pedazos.

Do we judge a man by the weight of the envelope-or whom he gives it to?

The elaborate search for a word, like the turning of a chain handle on a well. Dropping the bucket down the mineshaft of the mind. Taking up empty bucket after empty bucket until, finally, at an unexpected moment, it caught hard and had a sudden weight and she raised the word, then delved down into the emptiness once more.

I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely. She had told a secret and now had the sadness of wondering how much deeper she might dig in order to keep the first secret fed.

He would not become soft. It was exhaustion he wanted—it helped him write. He needed each of his words to appreciate the weight they bore. He felt like he was lifting them and then letting them drop to the end of his fingers

He would not become soft. It was exhaustion he wanted—it helped him write. He needed each of his words to appreciate the weight they bore. He felt like he was lifting them and then letting them drop to the end of his finge

the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon that weight. Beautiful and bright it should be on the surface, feathery and evanescent, one colour melting into another like the colours on a butterfly's wing; but beneath the fabric must be clamped together with bolts of iron.

An immense pressure is on me. I cannot move without dislodging the weight of centuries.

Yet now leaning here, till the gate prints my arm, I feel the weight that has formed itself in my side. Something has formed…some hard thing.

The earth hangs heavy beneath me.

Virginia Woolf had to ask herself "How can one weigh and shape dialogue till each sentence tears the shingles in the bottom of the reader's soul?

Some change at once went through them all, as if this had really happened, and they were all conscious of making a party together...; had their common cause against that fluidity out there... and now the same effect was got by the many candles in the sparely furnished room, and the uncurtained windows, and the bright mask-like look of faces seen by candlelight. Some weight was taken off them; anything might happen…

What are you doing eating a salad? If you turned sideways in the wind, you'd whistle.

How long have people thought about the present as having weight, as being a thing disconnected from other things, as an obstacle to living?

The adults weigh a thousand pounds, and if butchered properly, their rich meat and blubber

Il dolore, pensò, dovrebbe avere un peso, un suo particolare peso specifico, dovrebbe essere visibile come un minerale che non si trova in nessun altro luogo, una valuta non convertibile in cui calcolare i cadaveri, il sangue, le ferite, le malattie, le umiliazioni, e che rimanesse sul campo di battaglia, nelle prigioni, sui patiboli e negli ospedali, un monumento che avesse sempre e dovunque lo stesso significato.

The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you.

To let her be alone with her grief, or whatever heavier thing she'd put on top to hold it down.

that attention came with expectations that—like snow—drifted and settled and crushed you with their weight.

settled on her shoulders like a heavy bag, and she wanted badly to blurt it out to her husband, to share some of its weight, but she pushed it away.