Jiddu Krishnamurti Quotes

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

Anxiety has afflicted me all my life.

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

True it is that each of us has only one life - but how many of us 'die a thousand deaths' in fear and nervousness!

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

Like Jesus, every human being has enough memories in his past to occupy his time and thoughts continually. It is not the remembrance of these incidents but the reliving of them that creates havoc in our souls.

The fact of the matter is that when you're in pain emotionally about your life, the color of your skin does not matter.

Dysphoria will always be a painful place.

Bullying made me feel insecure, alone, ugly, powerless, and hopeless at times.

I'm acutely aware of my anxiety.

There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.