Quotes About Concern

Mary is roused to great anxiety by these rumors (but then, she is roused to great anxiety by a great many things).

All struggles against oppression in the modern woeld begin by redefining what had previously been consideered private, non-public and non-political issues as matters of public concern, as issues of justice, as sites of power.

It doesn't matter that Bush scares the hell out of me. What matters is that he scares the hell out of a lot of very important people in Washington who can't speak out, in the military, in the intelligence community.

Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion...

Your head will be fine," said Miri. "It's your neck you should worry about.

She knew it! Charlotte just knew it! And now her daughter was boyfriend-less! Yes! Wait-no! Oh no, poor Lu.

Oh, man," she said. "That didn't, like, take off your real hand, did it?

I was just telling your cousin I thought you were sick," she said to René. "Why, exactly, aren't you sick?" "Such a darling," René said to the room. "And so considerate of my health. You'd have me abed all day, wouldn't you, my love?" "Always," she replied slowly, "my love." Though the look she sent clearly added her preference that he be in an unconscious or perhaps a non-breathing state.

Credo che tuo zio Tulman abbia perso il suo equilibrio mentale.

He's just watching out for you, Desiree.' Dee patted Mace's arm. 'Bless his heart.' Mace growled. 'I know that's not a compliment, Dee-Ann.

Mace growled and wondered how much prison time a man would do for tossing his sister into the East River.

Miki burst into laughter while Angelina looked validly concerned. "Sara, honey, you've got to let your toy go." "Hey!" Zach snapped.

They stared at each other for several seconds. Finally, Mitch said, "Thanks for your high level of concern." "It doesn't quite live up to your high level of whining.

Not that he had anything to worry about. Personally, Sissy would like to avoid having acid thrown in her face. She was wacky that way.

I started watching golf for the first time yesterday. I'm really worried about myself. I was actually enjoying it.

I resisted writing a book for a long time because I didn't want to invade anyone else's privacy or hurt anyone or anger anyone.

I have a feeling that there is something you will not tell me . . . something that worries you.

The trouble is that I have grown accustomed to worrying about you.

Maybe they do not have a breaking point. But even if they do, do you care, Abby?

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

Why was she so anxious? Because she had anxiety.

Stevie wanted to do the same but found she could not move. Angela had been her case, her charge, her person to protect. She had known something was very wrong, but now it was

She fought it. She recovered. Years helped her to reach the day when she could face her memories indifferently, then the day when she felt no necessity to face them. It was finished and of no concern to her any longer. She had won the battle against her memories. But one form of torture remained, untouched by the years, the torture of the word why?

He looked at her with a touch of defiance, as if waiting for an angry answer. But her answer was worse than anger: her face remained expressionless, as if the truth or falsehood of his convictions were of no concern to her any longer.