Quotes About Angst

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.

You know, there's something heartsick about parties like this. Look at us. We're all pretending to be smart, as if intelligence were the cure for our anguish.

Poets smoke nature and beauty and angst and exhale swirling plumes of poetry.

As acrimony gets a tighter grip on democratic society, good people can either sit on the sidelines, debilitated by angst and daily distractions, or they can overcome indecision and work towards harmony.

The angst-driven search for external authority through fundamentalism is a flight from personal growth and development, an abdication of the summons to individual life.

Then I saw the consuming nature of her fear, her willingness to believe that exploitative charlatans could change her fate or really cared what happened to her, the dread and angst that congealed like a cold vapor around her heart when she awoke each morning, one day closer to the injection table at Angola.

I was an unhappy teenager, and there's just no way around it.

I consider my teenage years as being desperately unhappy.

Prom culture is now painstakingly documented on sites such as Instagram and Facebook, exacerbating the angst of the uninvited.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

Women are always angsting over things. Guys don't do that.

Brexit is really a good forerunner of what's going to happen here in November, I think. The same angst that drove that vote is driving the American election.

Visualize a house that's opening its front door to you and welcoming you to bask in the sacred warmth of its interior, and imagine leaving all angst and fear behind as you walk in.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

The Christian religion is only for one who needs infinite help. That is, only for one who feels infinite anguish.

We're just going to play rock and roll and not do anything else; we're going to stay in our rooms, and the world is a nasty, horrible place because it didn't give us everything we cried for. Right?

I have often dreamed of strangling my Creator.

I've been writing songs since I was a teenager, so one kind of song I've written a lot is about, I don't know, teen angst feelings - feeling unsure of yourself and immature.

The great majority of that which gives you angst never happens, so you must evict it. Don't let it live rent-free in your brain.

This is poetry. You're writing about Heaven's Gate and the Caribou Herd, but what comes across is loneliness, displacement, angst, and a cynical look at humanity.

Nobody wants to read about happy people.

You are exhibiting symptoms of urban singles angst. There are cures for this. Drink up. Go.

Perhaps, in our heightened state, we pick up weak psychic energy around us, such as the angst of a teenager, for instance, or the unfocused rage of a demented old man, and amplify it a hundredfold.

She was the Slayer. Normal teen angst didn't stack up to fangs at your throat.