Jerry Garcia Quotes

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 only burden you have ever had is your mind.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.

The Kurt thing has burdened me so much.

I carry the bars within me.

The labor of self-love is a heavy one indeed.

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.

Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.

In life, when the baggage gets too heavy, you have to put it down.

It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.

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

I know that he, Matthew Broderick, doesn't have his laundry done, and that he hasn't had a hot meal in days. That stuff weighs on my mind.

[a] heavy sense of guilt [is] the most potent factor in the whole psychologic picture of motherliness.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

his burden didn't feel any lighter. but he felt strong enough to carry it

How could anyone stay sane with entire lifetimes stored in one human mind?

Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.' 'There’s been a lot on my mind,' I replied. 'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

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.

Well, just remember--all your misery will be waiting for you at the door upon your exit, should you care to pick it up again when you leave.

And I have the others in me. Even when I’m far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I’m all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.

Talking about things that are understandable only weighs down the mind.