Daniel Handler Quotes

A heart's a heavy burden.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.

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.

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

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

Everybody has this sack they're carrying. Some are heavier. Some are lighter. But no one doesn't have it. And if you think someone doesn't have it, they have a bigger one than you imagine.

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

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

I carry the bars within me.

Does the weight of consequence drag you down until it pulls you under?

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.

Men take their misfortunes to heart and keep them there.

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

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

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

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

and another claimed it was inherited through a parent who was a carrier of the defective gene. I had always assumed the latter was the case with Claire. After all, surely a child who grew out of grief would be born with a heavy heart.

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

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.

Something settiled inside me, something heavy and hard. It stayed there, and i could not think of one thing to make it go away. I thought, So this must be living, this must be the beginning of the time people later refer to as 'years ago, when I was young'.