Quotes About Worry

No one can pray and worry at the same time.

My biggest worry is I'm running out of time and energy. Thirty years ago I thought 10 years was a really long time.

Worry is evidence of an ill-controlled brain; it is merely a stupid waste of time in unpleasantness.

So much time is currently spent in worrying about the future that the present is allowed to go to hell.

People are going to judge you all the time no matter what you do...Don't worry about other people. Worry about you.

If you spend all your time worrying about dying, living isn't going to be much fun.

No one can pray and worry at the same time. When we worry, we aren't praying. When we pray, we aren't worrying.

Planning is not just guessing, it is harmful guessing, because it is a waste of time. All the time you spend doing your five year plan you can use to worry about tomorrow.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

Still, there was an anxious look about her eye, by which I knew that she had some trouble.

You know your fear is both false and illogical, but you fear it anyway.

Loneliness is my least favorite thing about life. The thing that I'm most worried about is just being alone without anybody to care for or someone who will care for me.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

why do we make it all seem like a crisis, over and over again? Why do we worry it all to death, like dogs with socks or chew-toys? 'Look at it this way...In a hundred years? - All new people.

Twenty minutes later, my ski patrol woman did come back, rubbing her bare hands together. "How you doing?" she asked. At first the enthusiasm in her voice worried me, because she sounded as if we might now move on to calisthenics.

His face was pale and there was a sheen of sweat on it, and his hands were rigid in his lap. If she had touched him she would have felt locked muscles.

One time Gifford had asked Mona: "What's the difference between men and women?" Mona had said: "Men don't know what can happen. They're happy. But women know everything that can happen. They worry all the time.

Worry stops your ears to the real music. Worry doesn't let you fold your arms around the bones of those you love.

Worry stops your ears to the real music. Worry doesn't let you fold your arms around the bones of those you love.

Men don't know what can happen. They're happy. But women know everything that can happen. They worry all the time.

Do not worry […] Is not important. Is only a brand of canned peaches.

You wake in the morning, you're feeling fine, but all at once you think, "Something's not right. Something's off somewhere; what is it?" And then you remember that it's your child—whichever one is unhappy. She

Carla was pleasant but distracted, as if she were wondering whether she'd left a burner on at home.

At night she still woke up, she still mulled and worried and reflected and regretted, but after an hour or so now she would drift back into sleep, and by morning she felt well rested. She felt more or less normal, in fact.