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You can't be angsty all day or else it becomes a sort of pale angst.

When I left school I was full of angst, like any teenager, and I channeled it all into comedy.

The Smiths are singing and someone says "Turn that gay angst music off.

To this day, I still would choose the angst over something easier, when I really don't have to.

After all, there was something rather pleasant in knowing that you were misunderstood. It made you feel different from everyone else.

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

Americans invented adolescence. It is not a natural phenomenon. Adolescence is a social construct, created by an urban-industrial society that keeps its young at home far past puberty. Teenage angst is a luxury if a successful modern human conceit that isn't condoned by our superior species.

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

And his soul plunged downward, drowning in that deep pit: he felt that could never again escape from this smothering flood of pain and ugliness, from the eclipsing horror and pity of it all. And as he walked, he twisted his own neck about, and beat the air with his arm like a wing, as if he had received a blow in his kidneys. He felt that he might be clean and free if he could only escape into a single burning passion -- hard, and hot, and glittering -- of love, hatred, terror, or disgust. But he was caught, he was strangling, in the web of futility.

Angst macht süchtig nach Strafrecht.

Angst is het beste verdienmodel ter wereld

An utter success,' her stepdaughters confided to Margaret as they prepared to take their leave. 'The handsome king! That spoof!' Still the rain persisted, and the bishop had lost his hat. Maids danced in and out. Where was the bishop's hat? Alone at the window, Margaret didn't hear. The reflection of the parlor was yellow and warm. She watched it empty out. Then, an interruption. A voice came at her side: 'What do you look at with such interest, Lady Cavendish?' What did she see in the glass? She saw the Marchioness of Newcastle. She saw the aging wife of an aged marquess, without even any children to dignify her life.

A united front announcing a split.

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

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.

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)

Banality is the biggest source of existential angst for the educated middle class.

Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at snow-capped mountains from our terrace and spotting the first few lights on the hills above. It was the time for radishes and mulberries in the garden and violets on the slopes. The wind carried with it the comforting fragrance of eucalyptus. It was in fact all about the fragrances, like you know, in a Sherlock Holmes story. Even if you walked with your eyes closed, you could tell at a whiff, when you had arrived at the place, deduce it just by its scent. So, the oranges denoted the start of the fruit-bazaar near Prakash ji’s book shop, and the smell of freshly baked plum cake meant you had arrived opposite Air Force school and the burnt lingering aroma of coffee connoted Mayfair. But when they carved a new state out of the land and Dehra was made its capital, we watched besotted as that little town sprouted new buildings, high-rise apartments, restaurant chains, shopping malls and traffic jams, and eventually it spilled over here. I can’t help noticing now that the fragrances have changed; the Mogra is tinged with a hint of smoke and will be on the market tomorrow. The Church has remained and so has everything old that was cast in brick and stone, but they seem so much more alien that I almost wish they had been ruined.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Den ängslan som är förbunden med att minnas. Den ängslan som är förbunden med att inte göra det.

Books make the best ersatz friendships.

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.

Because I can't help doing it," he said with a shrug. "And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me." "I am not! And everything you just said is ridiculous. That's terrible logic." Adrian returned to his crossword puzzle. "Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember-no matter how ordinary things seem between us-I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will." "I don't think you're evil." "See? Things are already looking promising.

Breasts were one thing: they were in front, where you could have some control over them. Then there were bums, which were behind, and out of sight, and thus more lawless. Apart from loosely gathered skirts, nothing much could be done about them.

Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.

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?

Das Glück befindet sich genau dort, wo die Angst nicht existiert.

Der Mensch hat eine instinktive Angst vor Trieben, die stärker als er selbst erscheinen.

[…] die Angst vor Überwachung aufgrund von Terrorgefahr ist dort [bei der Gemeinschaft der amerikanischen Muslime] besonders stark und tiefgreifend. Und die Muslime haben auch allen Grund dazu. 2012 enthüllten Adam Goldberg und Matt Apuzzo von Associated Press gemeinsame Pläne der CIA und des New Yorker Police Department, ganze muslimische Gemeinden in den USA physisch und elektronisch zu überwachen, selbst wenn nicht einmal der geringste Hinweis auf irgendwelche kriminellen Handlungen bestand. Die Auswirkungen auf ihr Leben beschreiben amerikanische Muslime oft so: Jeder neue Besucher einer Moschee wird als mutmaßlicher FBI-Spitzel betrachtet; im Freundes- und Familienkreis hält man sich in Gesprächen bedeckt, aus Angst, bespitzelt zu werden, und in dem Bewusstsein, dass jede vermeintlich amerikafeindliche Äußerung zum Anlass für Ermittlungen und sogar für Strafverfolgung genommen werden kann.

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.

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.

Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way. (movie & novel combination)

Do you know what it was like all those years trying to get you to talk to me and you acting as if I was some sort of pariah, like I had done something so terrible that I was supposed to be banished somewhere you would never have to see me again?

Does truth lie in the everyday events, the daily incidents, in the pettiness and vulgarity most people’s lives are compounded of, or does the truth have its abode in the dream it is given us to dream to flee our sad human condition?

Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way. (Book AND movie combination.)

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.

Eighteen months pass in a mere blink of an eye. But when you miss someone, someone that took up over half of your heart, the days seem to drag on for an eternity. Each day seems longer than the one before it. And no matter what everyone tells you, the pain that comes with losing someone you love doesn’t get better. You just get better at living with it.

Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.

Ein Schiff, das im Hafen liegt, ist sicher, aber dafür sind Schiffe nicht gemacht. Das Gleiche gilt übrigends für Menschen. [...] Auch wir fühlen uns am sichersten, wenn wir allein zu Hause bleiben und alle Gefahren von uns fernhalten. Am besten auch alle anderen Menschen, um nicht verletzt oder enttäuscht zu werden. [...] Aber dafür sind Menschen eben auch nicht gemacht. Genauso wie ein Schiff im Hafen von Salz und Algen zerfressen wird, passiert das beim Menschen mit Einsamkeit und Angst.

Erwachsenwerden ist wie eine Krankheit, das wurde mir an diesem Tag klar. Eine Krankheit, die sich langsam anschleicht und mit Vorzügen lockt, bis du unvermittelt feststellst, dass all die propagierte Freiheit nichts ist im Vergleich zu den Ängsten und Sorgen, die dir bei jeder Gelegenheit die sich ihnen bietet, vom Nacken über die Schultern krabbeln und dich in den Boden pressen.

Er zal waarschijnlijk nooit een afdoende remedie tegen narcisme zijn; het is een onderdeel van de menselijke conditie. Het zal zich afhankelijk van de culture en economische realiteit van een samenleving meer of minder uiten. Het is zinvol om factoren die de weg effenen voor een meer narcistisch gerichte cultuur, zoals angst , ongelijkheid en onzekerheid, te verminderen en kwaliteiten zoals empathie en samenwerking te doen groeien.

Er war nie in die Verlegenheit gekommen, an Gott zu glauben, und der Tod machte ihm keine Angst.

Er war nie in der Verlegenheit gekommen, an Gott zu glauben, und der Tod machte ihm keine Angst.

Es gab kein Zurück mehr und wenn sie ehrlich mit sich war, fragte sie sich, ob es bei den Gefahren, die auf sie zukamen, überhaupt ein Vorwärts geben würde

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.

Frankly, if her face wasn't so cute, I would most certainly have been punching it.

Fly Generation We stand tall, we stand proud, we are the ‘fly’ generation We think what we learn to think and dream with our eyes open We keep our hearts on our sleeves for it to be broken but we can take it, we are the ‘fly’ generation. We question things when we need to understand Its important we know, how it works, where we stand Why all this pain and no explanation? we need answers, we are the ‘fly’ generation. We love to hate and hate to love, what have we become? Since when is that the norm? when did we succumb? The victims will be forgotten and culprits will change face But we will still be running, running to win the invisible race. So here’s to the untold stories and six degrees of separation we can take it, after all… we are the ‘fly’ generation.

Frightened people live in their own special hell.

Fuck 'em. Call it whatever you want. Maybe it's just two people clinging to each other to stay alive. Maybe sometimes that's all love gets to be. And, maybe, if they hold onto each other long enough . . . maybe something good finally happens.

Have we become so defensive that we cannot even tolerate a kind act?

Go with yourself.