Heavy Quotes

“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“When the black thing was at its worst, when the illicit cocktails and the ten-mile runs stopped working, I would feel numb as if dead to the world. I moved unconsciously, with heavy limbs, like a zombie from a horror film. I felt a pain so fierce and persistent deep inside me, I was tempted to take the chopping knife in the kitchen and cut the black thing out I would lie on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about that knife and using all my limited powers of self-control to stop myself from going downstairs to get it.”
― Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind

“Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.”
― Diane Ackerman

“Whatever negative things people think and say about you is enough to bring you down provided you belief that it carries a weight that can push you hard. Don't agree to accept what critics say; be prepared to silence them by doing what they think you can't do!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.”
― Anthony Liccione

“When the actions becomes frequent than the words, success becomes heavier than the dreams. Do more, say less.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“You can't tell how heavy somebody else's load is just from looking. The Lord doesn't give us more than we can carry”
― Lalita Tademy, Cane River

“Hurting people you love is the heaviest kind of regret.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown”
― Wiiliam Shakespeare

“Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.”
― Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl

“It was too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a heap of raw iron.”
― Kentaro Miura, Berserk, Vol. 1

“To know nothing is the happiest life.”
― Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus

“Your faith is your conscience, and your conscience is your faith. You cannot have faith without a conscience, but you can have a conscience without faith. Man was designed to be good with or without religion, yet the challenge for many is staying good. Some people claim to be religious but have no conscience, while some people without religion are very much aware of their conscience. Therefore, a religious label does not define your character or validate your worth. In the end, all men will be judged by the amount of truth in them and the weight of their hearts. The heavier the conscience, the heavier the truth. The lighter the heart, the higher it goes. The only spiritual currency one has in the afterlife is amassed in the form of light, in that, the amount you have depends on the weight of your words and deeds in the living. Conscience is everything. Conscience is what connects us to the truth and light of the highest power source of all. God. The cosmic heart of the universe.”
― Suzy Kassem

“I recalled the myth that I had once heard as a university student – thirty-six hidden saints in the world, all of them doing the work of humble men, carpenters, cobblers, shepherds. They bore the sorrows of the earth and they had a line of communication with God, all except one, the hidden saint, who was forgotten. The forgotten one was left to struggle on his own, with no line of communication to that which he so hugely needed. Corrigan had lost his line with God: he bore the sorrows on his own, the story of stories.”
― Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

“Time drips, heavy, slow…”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

“The size of the tree you cut determines the weight with which you have to throw the axe.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Shaping the dream

“Heavy laden -- that's what I am. Laden with pride, often thinking myself better than others while we have to think the other one better than ourselves. Laden with my own egotism. Laden with all my sins. And when I went to bed last night and thought about everything and wanted to bring all those difficulties to God, I couldn't even find the words!”
― Diet Eman, Things We Couldn't Say

“Some broken folk do whatever they can not to break other folk. If we're gone be broken, I wonder if we can be those kind of broken folk from now on. I think it's possible to be broken and ask for help without breaking other people.”
― Kiese Laymon, Heavy

“This thought was so heavy with despair that she almost began to cry again.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“أتعرف شيئاً أثقل من لا شئ ؟”
― Mikhail Naimy, كرم على درب

“As the night wore on (phosphorescent in the streetlamps, violet city midnights that never quite faded to black) I turned from side to side, the low ceiling over the bunk pressing down on me so heavily that sometimes I woke convinced I was lying underneath the bed instead of on top of it.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“The consequences of incompetence in battle are final.”
― Jim Mattis, Call Sign Chaos: Learning to Lead

“Cure for exhaustion is not despair, but searching our memory for yesterday, then to rest deeply for an hour or two.”
― Monaristw

“Mercury was in use at astronomical observatories I had worked at.”
― Steven Magee

“I point over my shoulder at my backpack stuffed with my laptop, a few sketch pads, and two textbooks for last-minute cramming. "Let me drop this off first. I swear, it's heavier than Totoro and the Catbus combined.”
― Julie Abe, The Charmed List

“The narrow clearing down to the river
I walk alone, out of breath

my body catching on each branch.
Small children maneuver around me.

Often, I want to return to my old body
a body I also hated, but hate less

given knowledge.
Sometimes my friends—my friends

who are always beautiful & heartbroken
look at me like they know

I will die before them.
I think the life I want

is the life I have, but how can I be sure?
There are days when I give up on my body

but not the world. I am alive.
I know this. Alive now

to see the world, to see the river
rupture everything with its light.”
― Hieu Minh Nguyen

“I can not take life in my own hands. It is too heavy.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land

“Strong, broad hands rubbed down my spine, and I opened my eyes to find the room wholly black, Rhysand perched on the mattress beside me. 'Do you want anything to eat?' His voice was soft- tentative.

I didn't raise my head from the pillow. 'I feel... heavy again,' I breathed, voice breaking.

Rhys said nothing as he gathered me up into his arms. He was still in his jacket, as if he'd just come in from wherever he'd been talking with Cassian.

In the dark, I breathed in his scent, savoured his warmth. 'Are you all right?'

Rhys was quiet for a long minute. 'No.'

I slid my arms around him, holding him tightly.

'I should have found another way,' he said.

I stroked my fingers through his silken hair.

Rhys murmured, 'If she...' His swallow was audible. 'If she showed up at this house...' I knew who he meant. 'I would kill her. Without even letting her speak. I would kill her.'

'I know.' I would, too.

'You asked me at the library,' he whispered. 'Why I... Why I'd rather take all of this upon myself. Tonight is why. Seeing Mor cry is why. I made a bad call. Tried to find some other way around this shithole we're in.' And had lost something- Mor had lost something- in the process.

We held each other in silence for minutes. Hours. Two souls, twining in the dark. I lowered my shields, let him in fully. His mind curled around mine.

'Would you risk looking into it- the Ouroboros?' I asked.

'Not yet,' was all Rhys said, holding me tighter. 'Not yet.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Her grief had felt so heavy and she had wanted to find somewhere to put it, a container big enough and strong enough and old enough to hold it.

She'd wanted to share it.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“A precious metal, according to some, is a heavy metal.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov