Quotes About Anxiety

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.

Não terei medo. O medo mata a mente. O medo é a pequena morte que leva à aniquilação total. Enfrentarei meu medo. Permitirei que passe por cima e através de mim. E, quando tiver passado, voltarei o olho interior para ver seu rastro. Onde o medo não estiver mais, nada haverá. Somente eu restarei.

The sandy juice of his fears could not be avoided.

Nedostatak znanja priziva najve?e strahove.

Não terei medo. O medo mata a mente. O medo é a pequena morte que leva A aniquilação total. Enfrentarei meu medo. Permitirei que passe por cima e através de mim. E, quando tiver passado, voltarei o olho interior para ver se o rastro. Onde o medo não estiver mais, nada haverá. Somente eu restaurei.

fear is the mind-killer

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear . . .

Korku katilidir akl?n. Korku, mutlak y?k?m getiren küçük ölümdür.

GideremeyeceÄŸimiz tek korkunun, kendi yapt???m?z hatalar?m?za dair duyduÄŸumuz korkular olduÄŸu söylenir.

must not fear, she told herself, mouthing the words of the Bene Gesserit litany. Fear is the mind-killer.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

The worst products of what I'm describing are almost basket cases—can't make decisions about anything, or leave them until the last possible second and then leap at them like desperate animals.

The concept of progress acts as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future. —FROM "COLLECTED SAYINGS OF MUAD'DIB

Le concept de progrès agit comme un mécanisme de protection destiné à nous isoler des terreurs de l'avenir.

The unknown brings its own worries,' he said.

It was finite, of course, a brief spasm when measured against eternity, but beyond lay horrors to overshadow anything in the past.

Frica ucide mintea. Frica este moartea m?runt?, purt?toarea desfiin??rii totale.

The three boys passed the big house, now dark and silent once more, and walked down the driveway. "That place gives me the willies," muttered Chet, as Frank closed the gate. "I still have the creepy feeling that somebody's in there, watching everything that goes on.

The boys enjoyed a hearty meal of roast chicken, potatoes, and asparagus. While eating, they related the day's events. Then Frank announced that they were going out to do a little more sleuthing after dinner. "I declare," Aunt Gertrude said, sniffing. "I don't know what's happening to this generation. Never get proper sleep. They'll all be nervous wrecks before they're thirty.

I only fear danger where I want to fear it.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug…

My fear is my substance, and probably the best part of me.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?