Quotes About Angst

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

Reprosurile,furiile, amaraciuniile mele provin, toate, dintr-o nemultumire de mine insumi pe care nimeni nu va putea vreodata s-o simta cu aceeasi intensitate.Sila de mine insumi, sila de lume.

Encontramos, na angústia dos que habitam regiões insólitas, o aspecto demoníaco da vida, mas também sua insignificância, o que explica que ela seja privilégio dos medíocres. Somente estes últimos vivem a uma temperatura normal; os outros, um fogo devorante os consome.

The man was in his late thirties, with coarse black hair and a powerfully angled face. The horse with him made a sudden noise, a high whining sound, and its graceful head tossed, jerked. The man let the reins go, and the horse galloped to the fence where Zeke stood waiting. Mattie glanced at him. He'd climbed onto the fence and leaned over the top, softly whistling a series of notes. On his face was an expression Mattie had never seen—equal parts joy and sorrow.

I used to be one of those guys with a lot of angst, you know? I just don't anymore. I'm not angst-ridden anymore. I've faced reality of what I am and what I have to do in life.

I've never had to rebel against my parents; I never had that sort of teen-angst thing where you didn't get along with them. My dad's always been my buddy.

I'm very much in the trenches, and I don't live in the lap of luxury. I come from a working-class military family. We watch the news and read the paper and vote, so there's always something to be upset about. I always have a certain amount of angst in my back pocket.

The great thing about 'The Office' and it being single-camera and the documentary style is that it's mostly a comedy, but 10 percent of it is, we get to show the existential angst that exists in the American workplace.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

I used to write out of angst. My writing was quite miserable, quite angry, even when it was funny. It was based on this sadness and tired emotional disdain for the world.

caffeine buzz liquid thrill, chills slowly going down kinda wicked 'n edgy like legs spread wide in razor wrapped dreams, like looking glass lust on lsd, like wigged out flesh of lightening fear, like fried out bits of lovers angst, i lust at you, i live for you, i want you here w/ me

we dream of peace and tranquility, the day when we no longer despair but our self-imposed angst cannot be avoided. we can't run. it won't go away. the noises i hear in my hell are very real and i'll continue to exist in an interested sort of anguish, looking for bloodstains on acid free sidewalks.

A thirteen year olds heart shouldn't feel like this.

I don't like people. They fuck me up.

I can be a bit grumpy. I'm full of angst, and hormones.

Our companies are active worldwide. I don't detect globalisation angst among them.

People are so terrified of other people. I see it in my generation a lot. There's so much anxiety and angst, and the pressure just keeps getting worse.

Around age twenty-six, in an effort to stave off thirty, I began embracing the new alternative angst bands, like Pearl Jam, Nine Inch Nails, Bush, Stone Temple Pilots, et cetera, but at thirty, little of that remains. At thirty, you're back to the comforting sounds you grew up with. You have enough genuine angst of your own, you don't need it in your music.

A song about post-teenage angst like 'Mad World' seems to be permanently relevant.

What patients seek is not scientific knowledge that doctors hide, but existential authenticity each person must find on her own... the angst of facing mortality has no remedy in probability.

I have a lot of repression. So repression is what I make movies about.

You've got something really angsty for me to play? Bring it on. Most of the time, I'm goofing around and doing impressions of people, so that's nice.

Pero lo peor, pese a todo, no es que haya muchas inexactitudes y mentiras, pues eso quizá sea una característica de todas las memorias. Lo peor es que recordar y poner en el papel lo recordado no trae alivio alguno. En vez de disminuir, las preguntas se multiplican, y la angustia se hace más honda.