Quotes About Anxiety

No one knows whether death is really the greatest blessing a man can have, but they fear it is the greatest curse, as if they knew well.

The man who is always worrying about whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.

Stripped of all their masquerades, the fears of men are quite identical: the fear of loneliness, rejection, inferiority, unmanageable anger, illness and death.

The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive.

A fearful man is always hearing things.

The life of man is but a succession of vain hopes and groundless fears.

Men fear to lose as much as they hope to gain.

Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.

[Debt] It has driven thousands to drink, and the worry and anxiety it has created have literally taken the lives of many of our ablest men. It has prostrated individuals, enterprises and nations.

There are men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it.

People are scared man, they're scared of the void.

Well, you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

The most anxious man in a prison is the governor.

Thus each person by his fears gives wings to rumor, and, without any real source of apprehension, men fear what they themselves have imagined.

Lies are usually caused by an undue fear of men.

It isn't the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may disclose.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.

...Men fear what they themselves have imagined.

The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.

but the bravest man among us is afraid of himself

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.