Quotes About Distress

Was he some kind of worrywart? It worried him.

We began a contest for liberty ill provided with the means for the war, relying on our patriotism to supply the deficiency. We expected to encounter many wants and distressed… we must bear the present evils and fortitude…

She was crying, with wild entreaty, the way one vomits.

if I did not love death my suffering my desire for you would kill me your absence your distress make me nauseous it's time for me to love death it's time to bite its hands

Much discomposed, Freddy made inarticulate noises.

That sort of thing always leads to trouble! It is all kindness, and I am sure I am quite as sorry for Miss Broughty as anyone, but one cannot make a friend of everybody in distressing circumstances!

Benny let out a moan as everything fell to the floor.

I had already established, as you know, that it was logically impossible for Kenneth to be distressed by anything that might occur between Ned and myself; but Kenneth, being an artist, has perhaps not studied logic and is unaware of the impossibility.

Felix's rather rueful admiration seemed to distress Mildmay even more than his anger had.

I can't sleep at night unless I've rescued at least ten trees and five maidens in distress during the course of my working day.

I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace and confidence. In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.]" JOHN 16 : 3 3 (AMP)

have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace and confidence. In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.] —JOHN 16:33 AMP

Because I am your constant Companion, there should be a lightness to your step that is observable to others. Do not be weighed down with problems and unresolved issues, for I am your burden-bearer. In the world you have trials and distress, but don't let them get you down. I have conquered the world and deprived it of power to harm you. In Me you may have confident Peace.

Martin Luther offers a powerful reminder in our temptation to go at life on our own: The world is insane. It tries to get rid of its insanity by the use of wisdom and reason; and it looks for many ways and means, for all sorts of help and advice on how to escape this distress.

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to present a relatively placid, untroubled appearance to others, while suffering extreme distress on the inside."c

I smile gently while churning inside and thinking about what I've learned is a signature characteristic of the phobic personality: "the need and ability"—as described in the self-help book Your Phobia—"to present a relatively placid, untroubled appearance to others, while suffering extreme distress on the inside."c

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. (Ps. 43:5 NIV)

The form of the poem, in other words, is crucial to poetry's power to do the thing which always is and always will be to poetry's credit: the power to persuade that vulnerable part of our consciousness of its rightness in spite of the evidence of wrongness all around it, the power to remind us that we are hunters and gatherers of values, that our very solitudes and distresses are creditable, in so far as they, too, are an earnest of our veritable human being.

More time is wasted in front of computers than on highways.

A soldier's time is passed in distress and danger, or in idleness and corruption.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Just a glance at the ragged mess around her fingernails communicated more than the lenghiest essays on the nature of distress.

Something was beginning to make me feel panicky and bad again. Maybe it was to have been that lost, to lose sense, even a little bit . . .