Category Archives: PANIC

He who knows not how to play his game, says, ” My place is narrow . “

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“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.”

― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

In heaven you won’t hear the mosquitoes. Finland.

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Mosquitoes

Anderson, Robert Thompson (1880 – 1960)
1    My eyes in slumber tightly close,
2    Most welcome is the night’s repose;
3    No troubled thoughts my sleep condemn;
4    And yet I hear the hum of ‘M………..
5     Mosquitoes.

“All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveller learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.”

– Paul Fussell

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“As long as we know what it’s about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.”

― Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art

It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.

… Jean Cocteau

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“Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.”

― Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

“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