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There is something so comforting about finding your changed self in a familiar place, as if the background noise vanished leaving you alone to unravel your own turmoil.

There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.

...the words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche...

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile. There was nothing beautiful about it. It was awful.

There was a gap of three metres between us at that point and it seemed as if neither of us dared to close it. I stared at her, she stared at me, and all of a sudden the world seemed too silent, too cold and too still for comfort.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now. I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

Toen ik in 1980 Jaws zag durfde ik een paar dagen niet in bad.

Viele Leute haben Angst davor zu sagen, was sie wollen", erklärte ich. "Und darum werden sie es auch nie bekommen.

Together, they at once dodged those parts of themselves and magnified them, making for enigmatic harmony and anarchy.

This black box is yours to keep, to stash your troubles away. Just lock it up and call my name and I'll be there always.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.' [Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Was wahre Sadisten ausmacht ist nicht Blutdurst, sondern Fantasie

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.

We don't need food to survive this life as much as we need our hearts broken at least once. But the best part is, the first break is always the worst. It'll never feel this bad.

Weapons could defend and also kill. Accident could strengthen or destroy. The choice was hers. ~ Lea

Weltschmerz, basically, is the depression we feel when bamboozlers, fanatics, manipulators, trolls, bigots, demagogues, fear-mongers, liars and prigs threaten to take over the world, and there’s nothing, we think, we can do about it.

Vrees veroorzaakt het gevreesde.

„Wer die Hölle übersteht, lässt sich auch vom Paradies nicht unterkriegen.

Wer seinem Volk Angst macht, der braucht es [...] nicht zu fürchten.

What in God's name did he want me to say? That I agreed with him completely at how our kiss had been successful? That it had meant as much as a kiss I'd drop on top of a child's head before bed to him? Well I wouldn't lie for the sake of lying. I'd rather stay silent and realize that the kind, gentle, passionate person I'd fallen for didn't exist and in his place was a cold, unfeeling fool who wouldn't know romance even if it had slapped him in the face.

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.

What were you doing with her?” The words burst from my lips. Before I can take them back, he stares at me. I stare back at him as the silence stretches onwards. We’re both stiff. He says nothing. “Maybe I should ask you the same thing.” I shake my head, my nails digging into my palms. Then before I can react, he has pushed me roughly up the wall, his eyes now dark and fiery, like a storm ready to unleash itself. Good. He’s mad too. His hands force me to the wall as he presses his body against mine. The intensity of the move, the feel of him makes my breath hitch. “Get off me,” I seethe, pounding my fists into his chest but Adrian keeps me locked in place, so that his breath caresses my ear. “Were you guys too rushed?’ He mocks. “Too desperate to book a hotel room?” I can barely stifle a disgusted snort. “What are you talking about?” Fury pumps through my head. “A hotel room? What kind of girl do you think I am—mmf?” He moves against me, moving to kiss me. The moment where his lips meet mine hard and unyielding. He tastes of smoke and lipgloss—and I’m reminded of the scene earlier where he and Lauren got out of the closet together. Disgust fills me as I squirm in his arms. He groans, fire burning in his voice. “You want me, you’re trying to hide from it.” “No,” I try to bite the words at him but it comes out strangled. I try to push him away but before I have to, he releases me. I try to put as much distance between him and myself, shaking. Loathing is my voice. "Get away from me. I hate you." He swallows and looks away, his breathing slowing. He pushes himself from the wall, still very pale. Then closing his eyes and turning, he starts walking away, heading towards the parking lot. "I hate you!" I scream again behind him. Adrian stops for a moment, his back to me. “I’ve told you from the very beginning. You should.” He keeps on walking, never glancing back.

Wenn du Angst hast, hast du Angst. Und wenn du Angst hast, sieht alles Furcht einflößender aus, als es normalerweise der Fall wäre - selbst Sachen, die ganz harmlos sind.

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?

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade,

When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture, in the midst of my family all trying to embrace me at once, until by virtue of a supreme spasm I am catapulted in the opposite direction and gradually leave backwards, without having said good evening.

When you’ve tired of me,” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.” “I’ll never tire of you,” he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth. “Then prove it.” He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died... he’d been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn’t sure he could ever entirely pay. “You know…” His voice was hoarse, the croaking of a dying man. He licked his lips. “You know why I cannot.

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.

When we pick up the newspaper at breakfast, we expect - we even demand - that it brings us momentous events since the night before...We expect our two-week vacations to be romantic, exotic, cheap, and effortless..We expect anything and everything. We expect the contradictory and the impossible. We expect compact cars which are spacious; luxurious cars which are economical. We expect to be rich and charitable, powerful and merciful, active and reflective, kind and competitive. We expect to be inspired by mediocre appeals for excellence, to be made literate by illiterate appeals for literacy...to go to 'a church of our choice' and yet feel its guiding power over us, to revere God and to be God. Never have people been more the masters of their environment. Yet never has a people felt more deceived and disappointed. For never has a people expected so much more than the world could offer.

Wir haben alle Angst. Angst zu verlieren, verlassen zu werden und wieder alleine zu sein. Trotzdem muss man sich irgendwann trauen, über die Klippe springen und hoffen, dass man aufgefangen wird.

Wir lieben den Geschmack von Blut, doch sein bloßer Anblick macht uns Angst.

Wo Angst ist, sind Vergleiche nicht weit!

Wow, Skye.” He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn’t react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. “Okay, I’m going to sit on your friend’s bed.” He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I’m trapped and I don’t like it. I don’t want to ever feel like that again. “You should go,” I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper. He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don’t drink mine. I don’t even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I’m having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair. “Can I say something before I go?” he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I’m able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. “I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.

Yes. I remember.” His voice had deepened. I remember. Mina did, too, every conversation they’d had over breakfast, and it made her heart ache. Such a strange thing... She suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

You are my first choice. You're my only choice.

When merely meeting someone is ridden with angst and open to misinterpretation, is it any wonder she is so hopeless at relationships.

You don’t have to have had something to want it or need it but when you have something you liked… very much… and it is taken away, and you want it back, it can become a hunger.

You can’t make them shut up, but you can damn teach them a lesson." - Johan

You shut your eyes to keep out the light because the light reminds you that you are alive

You came to mean more and more to me, and I could no sooner have turned away from you than stop the earth spinning. I thought, if this ends with me broken, so be it. But as every day passed, I thought: he won't break me, he loves me and one day, he'll tell me. But you didn't because you don't.

You loved me.” It wasn’t a question, but he answered it readily. “I do. More than life. My heart. I didn’t just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn’t live. And I couldn’t breathe without you.” “Are you a man who has more than one heart?” “Nay. Only this one. But it’s bitter and dark now from the pain I’ve brought you.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

At 35, I'm thinking, Oh, I don't have any of that initial inspiration that I had before, all that angst. I always thought I would burn out very quickly.

I do not have the angst and the anxiety of my youth. I've gotten to a place where I'm very comfortable with who I am.

I can be a bit grumpy. Im full of angst, and hormones.

Good Charlotte is anger management teen angst.

I was an angst-y journal writing kid.

I had teen angst for a while, but I think every teenager has the angst.

Smile if it kills you. The physiology of smiling diffuses a lot of anger and angst. It makes your body and soul feel better.