Category Archives: ANXIETY AND WORRY

“Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.” – Rumi

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Anxiety may be compared with dizziness. He whose eye happens to look down into the yawning abyss becomes dizzy. But what is the reason for this? It is just as much in his own eye as in the abyss, for suppose he had not looked down. Hence, anxiety is the dizziness of freedom, which emerges when the spirit wants to posit the synthesis and freedom looks down into its own possibility, laying hold of finiteness to support itself. Freedom succumbs to dizziness. Further than this, psychology cannot and will not go. In that very moment everything is changed, and freedom, when it again rises, sees that it is guilty. Between these two moments lies the leap, which no science has explained and which no science can explain. He who becomes guilty in anxiety becomes as ambiguously guilty as it is possible to become.

Vigilius Haufniensis, The Concept of Anxiety p. 61

When the head rope of a net is pulled up, all the meshes open. Chinese original: 纲举目张

When a key problem is solved, the rest of the issues relating to it will also be unknotted.

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Mother, Mother
Mother, Mother, I am ill

Call for the doctor over the hill.

In came the doctor,
In came the nurse,
In came the lady with the alligator purse.
Measles, said the doctor.
Mumps, said the nurse.
Nothing, said the lady with the alligator purse.
Out goes the doctor, out goes the nurse,
Out goes the lady with the alligator purse.

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The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848 – 1957), Saturday 12 November 1910,


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Every rope gat two ends.


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Rope Rhyme

Get set, ready now, jump right in
Bounce and kick and giggle and spin
Listen to the rope when it hits the ground
Listen to that clappedy-slappedy sound
Jump right up when it tells you to Come back down, whenever you do
Count to a hundred, count by ten
Start to count all over again
That’s what jumping is all about
Get set, ready now,

Eloise Greenfield

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Franklin D Roosevelt

When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.

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Not Last Night but the night before.
Twenty-four robbers came knocking at my door,
They called me out for the world to see,
And this is what they said to me–
‘Spanish dancer turn around,
Spanish dancer touch the ground,
Spanish dancer do the kicks,
Spanish dancer do the splits!

Breac à linne, slat à coille is fiadh à fìreach – mèirle às nach do ghabh gàidheal riamh nàire. A fish from the river, a staff from the wood and a deer from the mountain – thefts no Gael was ever ashamed of.

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by Helen Mort

The deer my mother swears to God we never saw,
the ones who stepped between the trees
on pound-coin coloured hooves,
I brought them up each teatime in the holidays

and they were brighter every time I did;
more supple than the otters that we waited for
at Ullapool, more graceful than the kingfisher
that darned the river south of Rannoch Moor.

Then five years on, in the same house, I rose
for water in the middle of the night and watched
my mother at the window, looking out
to where the forest lapped the garden’s edge.

From where she stood, I saw them stealing
through the pines, and they must have been closer
than before, because I have no memory
of those fish-bone ribs, that ragged fur

their eyes, like hers, that flickered back
towards whatever followed them.

Winner of the Cafe Writers Open Poetry Competition 2009, Norwich

“I was nervous. Like an ice cube, I just froze up. Then I melted in some strange guy’s drink.

― Jarod Kintz, The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink.


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I finger the papers. Leaf through the words. Words I’ve written.
Words I’ll say. Nerves. A tiny tremor of, what if.
How do I know? What they’ll say. What they’ll think.
Hear that name. My name. Two steps. Another. More.
Deep breath.”


Those colourful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row.

— Florence King
1936-, American Author, Critic

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Every house should have a Christ’s room. The coat which hangs in your closet belongs to the poor. If your brother comes to you hungry and you say, Go be thou filled, what kind of hospitality is that? It is no use turning people away to an agency, to the city or the state or the Catholic Charities. It is you yourself who must perform the works of mercy. Often you can only give the price of a meal, or a bed on the Bowery. Often you can only hope that it will be spent for that. Often you can literally take off a garment if it only be a scarf and warm some shivering brother. But personally, at a personal sacrifice, these were the ways Peter used to insist, to combat the growing tendency on the part of the State to take over. The great danger was the State taking over the job which our Lord Himself gave us to do, “Inasmuch as you did it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.

In every drop of water, there is a story of life.”

~ Leena Arif

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The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Do not let your difficulties fill you with anxiety, after all it is only in the darkest nights that stars shine more brightly.”

― Ali Ibn Abi Talib AS

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Look at the stars!  Look, look up at the skies!
Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!

Gerard Manley Hopkins

“I’m fine, except for the swelling and a big headache.”

~ Ken Venn

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“Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends, Worry, Terror, Doubt and Panic … He likes to visit me late at night when I am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and I had a headache for two years …”
― J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities

The paths of greed and vanity will always lead to one’s downfall.”

― Timothy Pina

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When written in Chinese, the word ‘crisis’ is composed of two characters–one represents danger and one represents opportunity.

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

― Stephen King, Night Shift

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“It didn’t seem the right time to tell him where the worst monsters hide. They conceal themselves cleverly inside our heads and wait for the moments we’re at our most vulnerable – bedtime, or when we’re sick or anxious.”
― Helen Brown, Cleo

The best-remembered teachers are the tough ones, who discipline our intellects for the longest journeys.

Annis Pratt

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“learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success.”
― Brian Adams

Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

― Virginia Woolf


“Each day befriend a single fear, and the miscellaneous terrors of being human will never join together to form such a morass of vague anxiety that it rules your life from the shadows of the unconscious. We learn to fly not by being fearless, but by the daily practice of courage.”
― Sam Keen

"If you stop every time a dog barks, your road will never end." Saudi Arabian

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I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve

An Old Dog’s Prayer

Author Unknown

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I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all, So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you. Cole Albert Porter 1891 – 1964 Anything Goes 1934. I Get a Kick Out of You

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Sun Before the Long Wait

Jill Jones

Break gods on the steps under a forgotten sun
unwind what goes along, and what is led
fears that can’t approve or anxieties listen
time toughs the excuses out
having been released from the long wait.

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You know a cloudy sky bespeaks Fair weather when the morning breaks ; But women in a cloudy plight Foretell a storm to last till night.

"Scripture Proverbs: Illustrated, Annotated, and Applied"


To friendship let him turn For succour ; but perhaps he sits alone On stormy waters, tossed in a little boat That holds but him, and can contain no more.

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If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.


ANXIETY, Useless. Bulstrode Whitlock, Cromwell’s envoy to Sweden, was one night so disturbed in mind over the state of his nation, that he could not sleep. His servant, ob- serving it, said, " Pray, sir, will you give me leave to ask you a question ? " — " Certainly." — " Do you think that God governed the world very well before you came into it ? " — " Undoubtedly." — " And do you not think that he will govern the world quite as well when you are gone out of it ? " — " Certainly." — " Then, pray, sir, excuse me : do you not think that you may trust him to govern it as long as you live ? " No answer could be given, and composure and sleep followed.

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