What I know concerns me. What I don't know concerns me even more. What people aren't telling me worries me the most.
It slightly worries me that when people find a problem, they rush to judgment of what to do.
We have to fight them daily, lake fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.
To have someone who never makes a mistake, never finds her personal life in disarray, never worries about work-life balance? I think that would be unreal. What Im writing is real.
Little minds have little worries, big minds have no time for worries.
The person of benevolence never worries.
He who serves the public is a poor animal; he worries himself to death and no one thanks him for it.
I don't want to share my worries - that's for me to know.
If in God's loving plan you have to bow before what appears to be a frowning providence, you can be sure that He's got your ultimate happiness at heart. He's working to free you from your worries, not by giving freedom from trouble, but by arranging circumstances so that as you go through them you'll experience the truth that He is everything He says He is
What worries you, masters you.
Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.
Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance.
As long as a human being worries about when he will die, and what he has that is his, all of his works are zero. When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, then the work of the Teacher is over.
People used to say obvious things ironically or as a form of understatement, but in the last few decades they seem to say it with a sense of discovery, and it worries me.
It's not a matter of whether the reviews of your books are good or bad, it's about being taken seriously, both as a woman writer and as a writer of color. Also, it worries me when people point to a couple of women writers or writers of color who get some attention - and I am sometimes pulled into that category - to prove that others are getting a fair shot. It's like those people who keep saying that racism no longer exists in this country because Barack Obama was a President of the United States.
The man of wisdom is never of two minds; the man of benevolence never worries; the man of courage is never afraid.
Marrying Cal, the scion of a family whose wealth dated to the Industrial Revolution and had multiplied through every turn of the American economy since, ought to have eased her worries about failing to climb as high as she believed she deserved. But the money was his, not theirs. The unspoken power this gave him kept her from asking: Why don't you stay home?
When the media worries about what Hillary’s hair looks like or what my hair looks like, that’s a real problem. We have millions of people who are struggling to keep their heads above water, who want to know what candidates can do to improve their lives, and the media will very often spend more time worrying about hair than the fact that we’re the only major country on earth that doesn’t guarantee health care to all people.
A great many worries can be diminished by realizing the unimportance of the matter which is causing anxiety.
People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.
