Quotes About Unease

The guilty are uncomfortable with silence.

sweaty palms. check. shaky bones. check. the feeling that all oxygen in the air has been replaced by helium. yup.

I told him I wasn't feeling well. When what I meant was that I'm feeling uneasy. Uncertain. Calling everything into question and wanting to bend it into the answer I want. I don't think that in itself is love. But it can definitely be a side effect -Rhiannon

I'm afraid of animals.

All anxiety is fear-based.

I worry about everything. I'm full of anxiety.

Prue felt like someone had bored a hole in her stomach the size of a basketball

You seem ill at ease, Miss Sullivan. I assure you I'm completely harmless," he said.

In most houses nowadays (thought Lady Shaw) there was a feeling of unease. Time marched on and everybody ran madly to keep up with it; even pleasure was taken at a gallop.

Keeping his movements relaxed, Devon went to the Arabian's stall. Asad turned his head sideways to view him, his teacup muzzle tightening in a sign of unease. "No need for concern," Devon murmured. "Although one can't blame you for wrinkling your nose at a Ravenel's approach.

How to make her run? No problem there. For a fearful shadow lies constantly over the residents of Uneasy Street. It casts itself through the ostensibly friendly handshake, or the gorgeously wrapped package. It beams out from the baby's carriage, the barber's chair, the beauty parlor. Every neighbor is suspect, every outsider, every period; even one's own husband or wife of sweetheart. There is no ease on Uneasy Street. The longer one's tenancy, the more untenable it becomes.

A good part of any day in Los Angeles is spent driving, alone, through streets devoid of meaning to the driver, which is one reason the place exhilarates some people, and floods others with an amorphous unease.

Would have liked a minute of not being nervous, but ended up even worse...

There is no worse feeling than being nervous!

Deep down inside ourselves, we are all scared of something.

Because I knew it was happening again.

I have the feeling I've been— unpleasant.

There will be something very wrong with any place we go.

A sense of wrongness prickles as if a burr has somehow gotten under her skull.

disquietude

Charming as he was, you never felt fully comfortable with the guy, because he never seemed fully comfortable with himself.

He moved naturally. Only the tension in his shoulders suggested otherwise. Her hand closed involuntarily, feeling for an absent pencil, feeling the stroke of the line that would capture that tiny sense of unease, the jarring note that would draw the observer closer, closer still, wondering what it was about this scene of pastoral grace.

The novels I prefer, are those that make you feel uneasy from the very first page.

When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go.