Age carries with it a double load of guilt.
Sometimes it can feel like there are a billion people on my shoulders.
My burden is my past as a TV star. But, you know, pasts cannot be a life sentence.
My likely historical significance is a terrible burden. ~ Calvin
I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.
The show is definitely not just about weight-loss physically. It's more about finding yourself. It's really funny because I realized at one of our table reads that 'Huge' was really about the weight that we carry around mentally.
The burning soul, the burden'd mind, In books alone companions find.
Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.
I really carried that seventh-round tag with me my whole career, even at the end.
We are not, however, a species that can choose the baggage with which we must travel. In spite of our best intentions, we always find that we have brought along a suitcase or two of darkness and despair.
every mind is at least as heavy as mine
A chip on the shoulder is too heavy a piece of baggage to carry through life.
Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.
Everybody's got a sack of rocks.
There is no graceful way to carry hatred.
...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.
The only burden you have ever had is your mind.
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.
Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
