Many shoulder heavy burdens of righteous responsibility which, on occasion, seem so difficult to bear. I have heard those challenges termed impossible.
Can an ass be tragic?--To perish under a burden that one can neither bear nor cast off? The case of the philosopher.
I'm slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.
Susan Bordo’s Unbearable Weight is a masterpiece of complex an nuanced thinking not only about a significant problem that faces women but about our culture. A very valuable book.
Kill what you can't save what you can't eat throw out what you can't throw out bury What you can't bury give away what you can't give away you must carry with you, it is always heavier than you thought.
My back's not big enough for the number of targets on it.
The responsibilities which are imposed by rank and privilege and good fortune can... become very onerous indeed.
You can't just carry everyone else's hopes and fears around in your backpack and expect to stand up straight.
Everything we choose in life for its lightness soon reveals its unbearable weight.
To be weighed down by things - books, furniture - seems somehow terrible to me.
