Sarah Waters Quotes

When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.

This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

Gratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.

Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.

A heart's a heavy burden.

The weight of the world on my shoulders was something that I had to let go.

You know that every bead of sweat falling off your head, every weight you've pumped - the history of that is all in your eyes.

Drama can feel like therapy whereas comedy feels like there's been a pressure and a weight lifted off of you.

In terms of pure physical effort, today was probably as hard as I've worked in any part. I spent the morning rowing, including the change of speeds Arrius [the Roman commander] test Judah with. A real bone-breaker.

Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

Men take their misfortunes to heart and keep them there.

The real practice of love goes beyond satisfaction and dissatisfaction. Wallowing in pleasure can be just as limiting as wallowing in pain if you don't open your heart beyond the satisfaction of your personal emotional needs.

Once her love had been publicized, it would gain weight, become a burden.

Upon laying a weight in one of the scales, inscribed eternity, though I threw in that of time, prosperity, affliction, wealth, and poverty, which seemed very ponderous, they were not able to stir the opposite balance.

A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

If there is an evil in this world, it is sorrow and heaviness of heart. The loss of goods, of health, of coronets and mitres, is only evil as they occasion sorrow; take that out, the rest is fancy, and dwelleth only in the head of man.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.

There is a terrible weight in all kinds of beauty

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.