Worry Quotes - Page 138

I have a tremendous amount of respect for military families. To have to worry about your loved ones and still try and live a normal life is extremely hard.

I'm not somebody who plans my life. In fact, I don't know what's going to happen here in India, it's such a strange climate here at the moment. So very worrying.

If Tiger Woods slamming his club into the ground is the biggest worry wehave, our sport isinprettygood shape.

Don't worry about your caddie. He may be an irritating little wretch, but for eighteen holes he is your caddie.

Everything comes with hard work. You never get to stop working. I don't see myself ever getting comfortable enough to not have to worry about working.

If you need help or advice, ask for it, but don't worry too much about hurting other people's feelings by not doing what they say. If your gut says no, trust it. Do what seems right.

Your clothes are an extra skin, and if you feel good in them, you radiate confidence and then the clothes are just the background. If you go out and wear the most beautiful thing but you don't feel good in it, you are not 100% present. You are worrying about the collar or the fit - the key thing for me is to be present in what I'm doing rather than worrying about my clothes.

When your house is burning down, you don't worry about the remodeling.

Like most people who live in India, I complain about corruption, but know that I can live with corrupt men. It is the honest ones I secretly worry about.

A man of limited desire will always have less or perhaps nothing to worry and sensibly no fear of losing anything or everything in life.

Even if I would have left on a good note, there is still going to be people who don't like you, who don't like what you stand for. I can't worry about that.

I would say off the cuff that I am an anxious person. I worry about everything. I need to know everything. I tend to live in a state of anxiety with the feeling that life is some kind of great catastrophe.

Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.

Many scales of climate change are in fact natural, from the slow tectonic scale, to the fast changes embedded within glacial and interglacial times, to the even more dramatic changes that characterize a switch from glacial to interglacial. So why worry about global warming, which is just one more scale of climate change? The problem is that global warming is essentially off the scale of normal in two ways: the rate at which this climate change is taking place, and how different the "new" climate is compared to what came before.

I was quite shy. I used to write stories all the time, and I think that was a worry for my parents.

You can't worry too much about profile; otherwise, you become a different kind of actor, and that's not the kind of actor I want to be.

Kids can handle a lot more than you think they can. It's when they get to be grown up that you have to start worrying.

Write straight into the emotional center of things. Write toward vulnerability. Don't worry about appearing sentimental. Worry about being unavailable; worry about being absent or fraudulent.

I think writers worry that you might not exist in some strange way if you're not writing.

Every moment of worry weakens the soul for its daily combat.

Worry is spiritual nearsightedness, a fumbling way of looking at little things, and of magnifying their value.

I was so completely anxious before I had a child, but now my biggest worry is something happening to her, so anything other than that I can handle. That's not to say I'm calm, because that would be b****cks! I wish it were the case, but it's getting better as I get older.

Day-to-day scheduling is always a conflict. You go, "Oh, I want to go to that awards show because when am I ever going to do that again?" But then you go, "Yeah...except this other thing is more important." It's more the micro day-to-day stuff that becomes a daily task as opposed to worrying too much about the career.

Wherever you are, be all there." I have lived the runner, panting ahead in worry, pounding back in regrets, terrified to live in the present, because here-time asks me to do the hardest of all: just open wide and receive.

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?