I will be dead in a few months. But it hasn't given me the slightest anxiety or worry. I always knew I was going to die.
Fear is felt by writers at every level. Anxiety accompanies the first word they put on paper and the last.
We have a lot of anxieties, and one cancels out another very often.
Tranquillizers do not change our environment, nor do they change our personalities. They merely reduce our responsiveness to stimuli. They dull the keen edge of the angers, fears, or anxiety with which we might otherwise react to the problems of living. Once the response has been dulled, the irritating surface noise of living muted or eliminated, the spark and brilliance are also gone.
The solution probably doesn't look like the problem. If we have this propensity to worry, to be anxious, to be depressed, to be angry - focusing on the worry, anxiety, depression, and anger? Probably not gonna be the solution.
We live only a few conscious decades, and we fret ourselves enough for several lifetimes.
No longer is the body a temple to be worshipped as the house of God; it has become a commodified and regulated object that must be strictly monitored by its owner to prevent lapses into health-threatening behaviors as identified by risk discourse. For those with the socioeconomic resources to indulge in risk modification, this discourse may supply the advantages of a new religion; for others, this discourse has the potential to create anxiety and guilt, to promote hopelessness and fear of the future.
Limits the Romans' anxieties to two things - bread and games.
Anxiety and gratitude cant live in the same head
So no, I’m not too big on religion. . . and not very fond of politics or economics either. . . And why should I be? They are the man-created trinity of terrors that ravages the earth and deceives those I care about. What mental turmoil and anxiety does any human face that is not related to one of those three?
Anxiety is an extension of the dynamics of fear. It's the feeling of fear without an awareness of the object of your fear. All you know is that you're fearful, but you can't specify exactly what you are afraid of. You just worry about everything.
Your desires are immense, almost infinite. Because of your desires life becomes a competition, and wherever there is competition, there is anxiety and angst; and at the end everybody is aware deep down there is death.
The fear of being laughed at makes cowards of us all.
South Africa is such a fraught place to live. The anxiety about crime, the crunching on racial eggshells, the juxtaposition of First World materialism with Third World squalor.
I believe a lot of disease comes from anxiety, loneliness.
Because it is possible to create - creating one's self, willing to be one's self - one has anxiety. One would have no anxiety if there were no possibility whatever.
If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.
Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.
Individuals we consider happy commonly seem complete in the present and we see them constantly in their wholeness: attentive, cheerful, open rather than closed to events, integral in the moment rather than distended across time by regret or anxiety.
We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.