Jack Antonoff Quotes

I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.

I'm ready to deal with somebody else's baggage. I'm sick of mine.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

...Each secret you carry has a weight all its own. They add up, secrets, to a burden you must carry all your days.

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

I drag a lot of stuff round with me that I don't need.

Every human being you see in the course of a day has a problem that's sucking up at least 70 percent of his or her radar.

Everyone has issues, and I'm not someone who likes to burden people.

I've got a lot of ham in me.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

We all have this [emotional] stuff we carry in an invisible suitcase. You can't keep it all, because if you keep it all, you can't move forward. But you can't let it all go, because if you let it all go, you're not yourself. The great balancing act of life is, What do I keep in here?

Everyone has something that they carry always, even if it's just as simple as, 'I hate myself.' Everyone's got a different thing.

Everyone has an uncomfortable club in their bag.

I've got the weight of a rather tempestuous life to carry.

You never know what is going on in someone's head when they you think they are leading the perfect life.

I carry the bars within me.

As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.

I was like a trashcan. I took everything.

We're all travelling heavy with illusions.

There is no graceful way to carry hatred.

Hate is too heavy a burden to bear.

People are here because they've got baggage. I'm talking curbside-check-in, pay-the-fine-'cause-it's-over-fifty-pounds kind of baggage. Get it?

Our love is our burden.

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