You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

If a man or woman has something redone it is because he or she can no longer live with that part of their body it is no longer bearable. Either they get help and find the strength to fight or they proceed with the act.

Civilization is unbearable but it is less unbearable at the top.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Three passions simple but overwhelmingly strong have governed my life: the longing for love the search for knowledge and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

Humor can help you cope with the unbearable so that you can stay on the bright side of things until the bright side actually comes along.

The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.

I have long considered it one of God's greatest mercies that the future is hidden from us. If it were not life would surely be unbearable.

It's unbearable when someone changes around you. Just imagine that your life partner changes then it is difficult to cope with. Or your mother. Or your father. They were strong and now they're like a baby - it's not so funny.

Celebrity culture has gone crazy and I think the reason is that real news is just not bearable and it also seems impossible to change anything.

Beauty is unbearable drives us to despair offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Without art the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.