Best 204 of Angst quotes - MyQuotes
Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
Het besef van eeuwigheid woog zwaarder dan mijn angst en God hielp mij mijn angsten te overwinnen.
I just wonder… Isn’t it better to start as a monster and become a hero? Isn’t that what creates belief? The idea that someone can change?
Consciously, she thought she had her feelings for him licked; subconsciously, every time she thought about him, it was as though someone stumbling around inside her head had kicked over a bucket of electric eels.
Frightened people live in their own special hell.
Bret Easton Ellis
The Smiths are singing and someone says "Turn that gay angst music off.
A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)
Wer seinem Volk Angst macht, der braucht es [...] nicht zu fürchten.
What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I'm asked. To be honest, I don't know. I really don't. Mainly because I don't see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference.
Het is in het beklemtonen van dat iets niet erg is, dat het ons niet bang maakt, dat we er niet triest van zijn geworden, dat we vaak net de heftigheid van de ware emotie verraden, ook al geloven we het schimmige zelfbedrog terwijl we het aan het formuleren zijn.
I had teen angst for a while, but I think every teenager has the angst.
Vrees veroorzaakt het gevreesde.
It is possible that the artists are sane and the world they are painting is crazy.
Dit vrije, belevingsgerichte individu is onbedoeld mede voortgebracht door de existentialiste, die de ontgoocheling over de traditie al in zich droegen en zodoende radicaal op zichzelf werden teruggeworpen. Men kan deze beweging slechts begrijpen als een cultureel fenomeen. Dat de angst, de verveling en de walging grondervaringen van het bestaan worden, moet men met een gedistantieerde blik waarnemen om de symbolische betekenis ervan voor onze cultuur te zien. Hier wordt niet de toestand van de tijdloze mens beschreven; hier uit zich een bepaald ethos, een mens in een bepaalde cultuurfase. Deze stemmingen indiceren een gebroken vertrouwen, een vervreemding van de eigen cultuur, een verlatenheid in het niets van de mogelijkheid. De eigen cultuur geeft geen vertrouwen. Dit is een ervaring die zich reeds bij Nietzsche, maar nog eerder bij Kierkegaard en zelfs ten tijde van de Romantiek openbaarde.
Alexander Gordon Smith
I pushed until I felt his [Donovan's] body grow still, the tendons in his neck relaxing. I pushed until I felt the mouth beneath the pillow droop, one last dull groan fading into silence. And I kept pushing, because I couldn't bear to pull the pillow away to see what I'd done. "You're free," I said. I closed my eyes, saw Donovan as he had been. One last smile, then he faded.
Living people are a dying breed.
I’m still secretly a bit of a punk. Love The Clash and a bit of the Pistols. I guess as I’ve got older I’ve chilled out a bit. But, my teenage angst is still stirring somewhere!
I was an angst-y journal writing kid.
Wir zwei, die alles gewollt hatten, die ganze Welt, die Milchstraße, das Universum, standen eingeschüchtert da und das Leben lag vor uns - hämisch grinsend, weil uns vor scheinbarer Grenzenlosigkeit die Knie schlotterten.
Alexander Gordon Smith
Don't give in, Alex, don't let them win. You beat them once and you can do it again. Don't let this place break you. Keep your mind busy, keep yourself occupied, find things to do. If you're doing things, then you still exist, right?
I never claimed to be the Chosen One. That was Qui-Gon. Even the Council doesn’t believe it anymore, so why should you?” "Because I think you believe it,” Obi-Wan said calmly. “I think you know in your heart that you’re meant for something extraordinary.” “And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.
I can be a bit grumpy. Im full of angst, and hormones.
Wenn Klugheit vor allem auf praktischer Erfahrung beruht, wem wird dann die Ehre dieser Bezeichnung mehr zustehen? Dem Weisen, der teils aus Scham, teils aus Ängstlichkeit, sich an nichts wagt? Oder dem Toren, dem weder Scham, die ihm abgeht, noch Gefahr, die er nicht in Betracht zieht, von irgendeiner Herausforderung abschreckt?
Heartache doesn't teach you to be resilient. It teaches you to protect your fragility. It teaches you to fear love. And it draws a bright red circle around all the ways you've failed as a person and laughs while you cry.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Damn it! Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?" Her eyes bore into his without flinching. "Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?
After all, there was something rather pleasant in knowing that you were misunderstood. It made you feel different from everyone else.
Don’t run away from me, Logan. I’m not sure why you’re scared every time I try and show you some kindness, but don’t reject me. It’s not easy for me either. I’m not a natural. I’ve forgotten how it feels to put down the barriers and let someone in.
A united front announcing a split.
Was man über Angst erreichte, das wurde stets auch mit Angst bezahlt. Die Mächtigen fielen irgendwann genauso der Hybris der Macht zum Opfer, wie die Ohnmächtigen dem Zorn über ihre Machtlosigkeit.
…So, um, you’re from Rochester? Like, New York?” Jersey asked. “Yup, we used to live out there,” Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. “You ever been?” “Naw, the closest I’ve ever been to there would be… well, believe it or not, New Jersey, the place where my parents named me after. It was crowded, polluted and full of crime… I loved it.
Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .” He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that heat. “See?” he said. He was in the throes of spirit now, though with me at the same time. “Well, I guess you can’t. But when I touch you, your aura . . . it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand on me to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.
Banality is the biggest source of existential angst for the educated middle class.
Haven't you felt it? The loss of autonomy. The sense of being virtualized. The devices you use, the ones you carry everywhere, room to room, minute to minute, inescapably. Do you ever feel unfleshed? All the coded impulses you depend on to guide you. All the sensors in the room that are watching you, listening to you, tracking your habits, measuring your capabilities. All the linked data designed to incorporate you into the megadata. Is there something that makes you uneasy? Do you think about the technovirus, all systems down, global implosion? Or is it more personal? Do you feel steeped in some horrific digital panic that's everywhere and nowhere?
I find some small, twisted comfort in thinking that perhaps we used each other. Him, for a glimpse into what it would be like to live a life entirely different from the one he'd been raised to desire, and me for the steady diet of angst and emotional damage that seemed to make me better, sharper, like a sword against a whetstone. I was his intellectual escape from a long parade of pretty, empty girls... and he was my drug of choice -- unhealthy, probably lethal, but ultimately so addictive it was hard to turn away. The problem, of course, with this theory of mutual exploitation, is that it is the deepest of lies. There was nothing equal or mutual about the way we used each other. I barely scratched his surface while he sliced me limb from limb. There's no comfort in that. None at all.
As far as Jacqs was concerned, he was doing a kindness by not letting Quin get confused about his feelings. Liking someone and not knowing if they liked you back was one of those levels of hell. The Only Way Out Is In
Hast du manchmal Angst?", fragt er. "Ich meine nicht Angst vor einer Prüfung. Oder dem Erzieher. Sondern so richtig Angst. So Angst vor dem Leben. Weißt du?" Troy schluckt. Er beugt sich nach vorn. "Leben ist Angst haben", sage ich. Mir wird unangenehm. Eigentlich habe ich noch nie darüber nachgedacht. Aber ich glaube, es stimmt.
Together, they at once dodged those parts of themselves and magnified them, making for enigmatic harmony and anarchy.
Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.
Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.
Den ängslan som är förbunden med att minnas. Den ängslan som är förbunden med att inte göra det.
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand.
I just wanted..." Aaron stepped closer. "To kiss you good-bye," he finished for Greg.
But even if we were to disappear, people would still be divided into people and Others. No matter how those Others were different. People can't get by without Others. Put two people on an uninhabited island, and you'll have a human being and an Other. And the difference is that an Other is always tormented by his differentness. It's easier for people. They know they're people, and that's what they ought to be. And they all have no choice but to be that way. All of them, forever.
I've even purposely looked for stories full of exactly this kind of angst, because I love the emotion behind it so much.
Maar voor diegenen onder ons die door het leven verwond zijn en wier littekens nog niet zijn geheeld, kan het pijnlijk en angstwekkend zijn om zich naar hun binnenste te keren. In zo'n geval is de toegang tot onze innerlijke bron van coherentie geblokkeerd. Zoiets gebeurt meestal als gevolg van een trauma waarbij de emoties zo overweldigend waren dat het emotionele brein en dus het hart niet meer functioneren zoals daarvoor. Dan zijn ze geen kompas meer, maar als een vlag in een wervelwind. Dan is er een andere manier om evenwicht te hervinden, een even verbazingwekkende als effectieve methode, die zijn oorsprong vindt in het mechanisme van de droom: de neuro-emotionele integratie door oogbewegingen.
Never again. I’m done. This is the last time I will ever have this feeling.
As soon as I decided I'd have to dig down still deeper to uncover the root of my listless withdrawal from life, I became aware of some interference from the past distracting and confusing my thoughts, causing me a sensation that was at the same time oppressive, expectant and empty. In these somewhat contradictory feelings, I came to recognize my childish sense of having run down like a clock that needed someone to wind it before it could go again; and saw that I was now no less helpless than in those far-off days when I waited for somebody to take me by the hand and tell me what to do. On my own initiative I could do nothing, take no responsibility, make no decisions only watch my existence unroll.
Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like that, anyway. He's not even worth a lie.
Her entire life, she’d been told sin was wrong, a black and white interpretation of what is evil and what is holy in the world—colored like a priest’s robe and collar—but she never believed it to be true. Sin was colorful: scarlet like rose blood, azure like skin deprived oxygen, violet as bruises, jade as rot; a colorful contradiction to the darkness and blinding light all are taught sin and holiness to be.
To this day, I still would choose the angst over something easier, when I really don't have to.