Life without forgiveness is unbearable.
Life is bearable even when it's unbearable: that is what's so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it.
The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present. Yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.
If I could drop dead right now, I'd be the happiest man alive.
But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.
Before the boiling of blood and the searing of skin comes the secret catastrophe: Before Life on Earth becomes finally merely impossible, it will for a long time before have become completely unbearable.
How little it takes to make life unbearable: a pebble in the shoe, a cockroach in the spaghetti, a woman's laugh.
The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead.
