Working moms commonly testify that they feel guilty when they are away from their children and guilty when they are not at their jobs. Devoted fathers certainly miss their children deeply but it does not seem to be with the same gnawing primal anxiety that often afflicts women.

I'm trying to stay as calm as possible and focus one day at a time but when reality sets in I feel everything: anxiety excitement nerves pressure and joy.

With success came an ever-growing burden of responsibility. I lived with a near-constant low-level anxiety that I would make a mistake that would not only threaten my career but also my brothers' - not to mention the livelihoods of many people who work with us or for us.

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows but only empties today of its strength.

Much of today's public anxiety about science is the apprehension that we may forever be overlooking the whole by an endless obsessive preoccupation with the parts.

Status anxiety definitely exists at a political level. Many Iraqis were annoyed with the US essentially for reasons of status: for not showing them respect for humiliating them.

I got a lot of things that society had promised would make me whole and fulfilled - all the things that the culture tells you from preschool on will quiet the throbbing anxiety inside you - stature the respect of colleagues maybe even a kind of low-grade fame.

We're all sick of holy wars and bloodshed because religion is supposed to give us life and a better life and is supposed to bring out our best self. When it results in mass destruction and hatred and anxiety it's the antithesis I think of what religion was designed to do.

Oh how great peace and quietness would he possess who should cut off all vain anxiety and place all his confidence in God.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

My brain is so anxiety-prone like a pinball machine. If I don't get up in the morning and focus my thinking my breathing and my being for about 12 minutes I'm just a screwball all day long.

I always say I am a realist and my mom says 'No you just have anxiety.'

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

There's some movies I watch they're kind of like my anti-anxiety pill my anti-depressant pill. I watch them at least once or twice a month probably. And I never stop learning from them as a filmmaker.

Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.

In many cases your imagination is much more effective than what can be shown. It primes you to know something is about to happen - the anticipation and anxiety is worse than what ends up happening.

In sharp contrast to the idea that this stage of life is enviable we hear high levels of anxiety about getting old anxieties about health mobility access to facilities simple routine care and attention.