A Quote by Timothy Leary

Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top. — © Timothy Leary
Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top.
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.
Most of life is unbearable. It’s unbearable but we bear it
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Comedy is what happens when you cross the dateline from the unbearable. Things become so unbearable they become a joke.
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.
No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on... I will be sitting on it.
Franco-American relations have been, and always will be, both conflictual and excellent. The U.S. finds France unbearable with its pretensions; we find the U.S. unbearable with its hegenomism. But deep down, we remember that the 'boys' - came to help us two times, just as the Americans remember that the French helped them with their independence. So there will be sparks but no fire, because a real bond exists.
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.
Silence is the unbearable repartee.
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
This is unbearable how I talk.
It is almost never when a state of things is the most detestable that it is smashed, but when, beginning to improve, it permits men to breathe, to reflect, to communicate their thoughts with each other, and to gauge by what they already have the extent of their rights and their grievances. The weight, although less heavy, seems then all the more unbearable.
Reality, looked at steadily, is unbearable.
In defeat, unbeatable; in victor, unbearable
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