Horace Quotes

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

A fretful fancy is constantly flinging its possessor into gratuitous tophets.

Worry divides the mind.

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

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

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.

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Worry itself is one of the most painful conditions.

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

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

I never had peace of mind.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

I was an emotional basket case.

The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.

Anxiety has afflicted me all my life.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

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.

... madness entered my veins.

Dysphoria will always be a painful place.

I'm acutely aware of my anxiety.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.