I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing…It really began when I was a child. I was locked up for long periods of time and didn’t know when anybody was going to come and let me out. It created a tremendous sense of anxiety and I’ve never gotten rid of it.
I know what it feels like to be hunted.
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.
Life is languished away in the gloom of anxiety, and consumed in collecting resolutions which the next morning dissipates; in forming purposes which we scarcely hope to keep, and reconciling ourselves to our own cowardice by excuses which, while we admit them, we know to be absurd.
Oh, how great peace and quietness would he possess who should cut off all vain anxiety and place all his confidence in God.
The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.
Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.
My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Somtimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm’s edge, and there I shall walk until the day I […]
Early in life, I was visited by the bluebird of anxiety.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.