Quotes About Worry

I only fear danger where I want to fear it.

And yet the fear!

they had so much to worry about at present that they had lost sight of any thought for the future.

What wouldn't I do out of fear for you.

Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.

I got an extra room. No problem. It's a bad night." Predictably, her eyes widened. "It's okay. It's got a lock." "I didn't mean..." "It's okay. I'm kind of scary-looking. I know it." "No. It's just—" "Don't worry about it. I know how I look. Works great on guys. They back right off." He gave her a small smile, not showing any teeth. "You

In case you're worried about what's going to become of the younger generation, it's going to grow up and start worrying about the younger generation.

Dan," she said. "I'm worried about him. It's not right that a thirteen-year-old knows as much as he does bout stealing things." " You're right," Jake said. "He should have been at least sixteen like you before he became part of an international crime ring.

Don't worry. Felix is subtler than he looks. And he's not an assassin." The four vaporized terrorists north of us would probably disagree, I thought.

the present phase of our century may well be called, as Auden and Camus call it, the "age of overt anxiety.

Le docteur Ramon est même allé chercher mon parapluie Arthur, je me faisais du mauvais sang car personne n'en voudrait à cause de sa valeur sentimentale, il faut aimer.

So they said I was crazy... Some say it's touched in the head, some say it's touched by a sacred spark. It can be hard to tell the difference. But if you really somebody or something, give them everything you have - everything you are, even. And don't worry about the rest.

Le docteur Ramon, son mari est même allé chercher mon parapluie Arthur, je me faisais du mauvais sang car personne n'en voudrait à cause de sa valeur sentimentale, il faut aimer.

but nothing upset and preoccupied him like the phrase whatever they dread most, that will happen. It seemed more than a simple curse; there was the ring of something presaging and prophetic about it, it was the sort of thing Jesse would say.

No, I mean your quandary. An iffy dimension where I'm afraid for or worried about one of my daughters, like you, where I cross a boundary and then she gets pissed.' 'So you're saying what happened is normal?' 'I think so. It's easy to overstep out of worry. It can infuriate them, though sometimes they understand later on.' I was

Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.

In the middle of the night, Miss Clavel turned on the light and said, something is not right! 1941 - Ludwig Bemelmans (American, 1898–1962) -

I SLEPT LATE the next morning because I'd woken up every time Jack tossed or turned, worried I'd given him nightmares. When I got up, the Cobra had weighed anchor. As far as I could see, there was the flatness of the ocean

To paraphrase the disappeared Jimmy Hoffa, who certainly didn't go down in history for his foolish worries: "Eighty-five percent of what you worry about won't ever come to pass. And you can always deal with that other fifteen percent." Of course, look what happened to Jimmy Hoffa.

One cannot live in perpetual fear. One has to be as prudent as possible, and get on with life. Don't worry about me.

Flip! Are you all right! Paul! Are you all right! They spoke simultaneously and then they both laughed and Paul came over to the bed and kissed Flip and then stood looking down at her. Flip smiled at him and strangely her eyes filled with tears. I thought he'd killed you, Paul said. No, I'm fine, Paul. Are you all right?

Dr. Morrissey had always said that we found excuses to put off doing something that would take our minds off our worries. It was as if we didn't want to lose the luxury of worrying.

that Dr. Morrissey had always said that we found excuses to put off doing something that would take our minds off our worries. It was as if we didn't want to lose the luxury of worrying.

Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her mouth, the dry skin, the chapped lips, the sense that she really didn't give a damn what she looked like—those things had been strangers to her that first day. The day her kids hadn't come home from school. Now those lines, that hardness, had made themselves at home. It looked as if they planned to stay awhile. This shouldn't have