Work is an antidote for anxiety, an ointment for sorrow, and a doorway to possibility.
Our whole life is taken up with anxiety for personal security, with preparations for living, so that we really never live at all.
We’re hallucinating. And that’s what this world is: a mass hallucination, where fear seems more real than love. Fear is an illusion. Our craziness, paranoia, anxiety and trauma are literally all imagined.
Anxiety, the illness of our time, comes primarily from our inability to dwell in the present moment.
Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.
You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You’re the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.
All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.
How do you know what is the right path to choose to get the result that you desire? The honest answer is this: You won’t. And accepting that greatly eases the anxiety of your life experience.
To grow old means to be rid of anxieties about the past.
When desire dies, fear is born.
Vision creates faith and faith creates willpower. With faith there is no anxiety and no doubt – just absolute confidence in yourself.
It’s not stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it.
I will be dead in a few months. But it hasn’t given me the slightest anxiety or worry. I always knew I was going to die.
Anxiety is simply living out the future before it gets here.
Purity is when there is no anxiety, no worry, no thinking.
Uncertainty causes more anxiety than perhaps any other single factor.
For me, it’s always a failure of the imagination. I have that anxiety that time is passing, that everything is ultimately fleeting and impermanent. I better take advantage of every single moment.