Fear and Anxiety

St Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law.

The black dog I hope always to resist, and in time to drive, though I am deprived of almost all those that used to help me.

No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.

Post equitem sedet atra Cura.

There is no terror in a bang, only in the anticipation of it.

There’s a cool web of language winds us in,

Don’t let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

I never dared be radical when young

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

… Life is too much like a pathless wood

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Because I do not hope to turn again

When we start deceiving ourselves into thinking not that we want something or need something, not that it is a pragmatic necessity for us to have it, but that it is a moral imperative that we have it, then is when we join the fashionable madmen, and then is when the thin whine of hysteria is heard in the land, and then is when we are in bad trouble.

I wants to make your flesh creep.

The horror! The horror!

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

Like one, that on a lonesome road

The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,

He holds him with his glittering eye—

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

From all that terror teaches,

But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,