Quotes About Unbearable

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. . . . In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression . . . The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

Love had turned into loss and she'd pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl's love for her father. Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

Nerves," Mik told Karou. "Bad?" "Terrible." Stepping up behind Zuzana, he bent down to enfold her in a spoon-hug. "Ferociously, dreadfully awful. She's unbearable. You take her. I've had enough." Zuzana batted at him, then squealed as he buried his face in the curve of her throat and made exaggerated kissing noises.

Viata lunga este o povara, cand este traita in nefericire.

Sometimes grief and worry must take the form of action," said Cordelia. "Sometimes it is unbearable to sit and wait.

The moment you think is unbearable forces you to disappoint yourself by bearing it. There's resigned laughter available, for the hilarity of your own durability.

She danced out into the aisle, beautiful with a beauty unbearable, graceful with grace that poured from heaven.

Pregnancy is uncomfortable and draining, and the end isn't in sight until it becomes unbearable.

Some situations are just like bad dreams, they're only unbearable while we're giving them our full attention.

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality, the deception was bearable. Unbearable pain began when chance entered the fray and deprived me of the smile meant for me.

The pain of aloneness and pointlessness is piercing. It demands relief. That single fact — that the pain of living apart from God is unbearable — exposes our sinfulness as horribly grotesque and foolish. We insist on finding relief without coming to God on His terms.

Sticky, hot, and miserable

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about it's use. It is hitting below the intellect.

My connection with him and his gloriously unfractured life only seemed to increase my pain. It wasn't his fault. Being with him felt unbearable, but being with anyone else did too. The only person I could bear to be with was the most unbearable person of all: my mother.

But that's another error in the note," Klaus said. "It doesn't say un bearable, with a U. It says in bearable, with an I." " You are being unbearable, with a U," Violet cried. "And you are being stupid, with an S," Klaus snapped.

We cannot imagine these diseases, they are called idiopathic, spontaneous in origin, but we know instinctively there must be something more, some invisible weakness they are exploiting. It is impossible to think they fall at random, it is unbearable to think it.

How dreadful! cried Lord Harry. I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.

both of them real "street angels," as they say in Vienna, delightful outside the house, unbearable in many ways at home.

Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.

All right,' Owen said. 'Let's have a closer look, then.' He picked up a large scalpel from the instrument trolley at his side and brandished it dramatically over the corpse like a sacrificial dagger. 'God, I bet you were unbearable at med school,' said Gwen.

oppressively hot in a sweltering, we're-being-boiled-alive-in-our-

She looked at Max, grinning for a moment. Wow, I can't even look at you. She closed her eyes tightly. Why? Max asked. Her eyes remained closed, a wide smile on her face. I don't know. I guess you just seem good. What do you mean? he asked. She opened one eye, just a sliver. Yeah, wow. It's almost unbearable.