A Quote by Frank Beddor

Most of life is unbearable. It’s unbearable but we bear it — © Frank Beddor
Most of life is unbearable. It’s unbearable but we bear it
Life is bearable even when it's unbearable: that is what's so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it.
The only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense.
All ballet galas are unbearable, but they're unbearable in different ways.
Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top.
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Fozzie Bear has so many bear puns in this script - like, 'Trac is grizzly!' 'This is unbearable!' It's the greatest.
Comedy is what happens when you cross the dateline from the unbearable. Things become so unbearable they become a joke.
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
When I beheld you, suddenly - for perhaps a second - I had the strength to reject everything that wasn't you and to laugh at the illusion. But my shoulders are very frail. I was unable to bear the weight of the world's condemnation. And I began to hate you when everything about you would have kindled my love and when love would have made men's contempt unbearable, and their contempt would have made my love unbearable. The fact is, I hate you.
Solitude is unbearable for those who can not bear themselves.
I know things are unbearable but in spite of that we have to bear them.
Contemplating the suffering which is unbearable to us, and is unbearable to others, too, can produce awake mind, which arises from the compassion that wishes to free all living beings from suffering.
Until we know that we can bear the unbearable, we're always running scared.
I think the game is to bear the unbearable with a giggle. With your heart breaking. And then do what you do.
I don't smoke but I keep a match box in my pocket, when my heart slips towards sin, I burn the matchstick and heat my palm with it, then say to myself, "Ali you can't even bear this heat, how would you bear the unbearable heat of hellfire?"
With whose imperfections will you bear, and what insult are you capable of enduring, if a thoughtless word from your own Superior is unbearable?
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