فليعبّ كل ملهوف من قدح القلق ما شاء

إذا كنت تعاني من مشكلة تقلق , عليك تطبيق وصفة ويليس كارير : 1- اسأل نفسك : ما أسوء شي يمكن أن يحدث ؟ 2- قم بإعداد نفسك إذا لزم الأمر 3- ثم حاول بهدوء تحسين الصورة إلى الأفضل

حذار العقل،
لأنه يعرف الكثير ولا يعرف شيئّا
وسيتركك مُعلّقًا بالمقلوب،
تثرثر المعرفة بينما يسقط
قلبك من فمك

"أي شخص هدفه هو "الشئ الأعلى" عليه أن يتوقع يوماً ما المعاناة من الدوار. ما هو الدوار؟ الخوف من السقوط؟ لا، الدوار شئ مختلف عن الخوف من السقوط. إنه صوت الفراغ من تحتنا والذي يجتذبنا ويغرينا، إنه الرغبة في السقوط، والتي في مقابلها، وبفزع، ندافع عن أنفسنا."

"We suffer from a hallucination, from a false and distorted sensation of our own existence as living organisms. Most of us have the sensation that "I myself" is a separate center of feeling and action, living inside and bounded by the physical body — a center which "confronts" an "external" world of people and things, making contact through the senses with a universe both alien and strange."

Moments of melancholy, of distress, of anguish, I think we all have them, more or less, and it is a condition of every conscious human life. It seems that some people have no self-consciousness. But those who have it, they may sometimes be in distress, but for all that they are not unhappy, nor is it something exceptional that happens to them. And sometimes there comes relief, sometimes there comes new inner energy, and one rises up from it, till at last, some day, one perhaps doesn’t rise up any more, que soit, but that is nothing extraordinary, and I repeat, such is the common human fate, in my opinion.

"The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself:
"Are my trousers long enough? Is my veil in place? Can my make-up be seen? Are they going to whip me?"
- No longer asks herself:
"Where is my freedom of thought? Where is my freedom of speech? My life, is it livable? What's going on in the political prisons?"

It's only natural! When we're afraid, we lose all sense of analysis and reflection. Our fear paralyzes us. Besides, fear has always been the driving force behind all dictators' repression.

Showing your hair or putting on makeup logically became acts of rebellion."

Worry is interest paid on trouble before it comes due.

what me worry?

A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

When someone doesn't show up, the people who wait sometimes tell stories about what might have happened and come to half believe the desertion, the abduction, the accident. Worry is a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't — and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown. Perhaps fantasy is what you fill up maps with rather than saying that they too contain the unknown.

Düşse, başı şişse, burnu kanasa, parmaklarını kesse, çevresinde telaşlı bir halle dört dönecek yerde, hiç olmazsa az bir süre dingin kalırım. Olan olmuştur, buna katlanması zorunludur; benim tüm telaşım onu daha çok ürkütmekten ve duyarlılığını artırmaktan başka bir şeye yaramayacaktır. Aslında, insan yaralandığında onu üzen, yaradan çok korkudur. Ben hiç olmazsa onu bu korkudan kurtaracağım; çünkü çok kesin olarak, acısını benim bu acıyı nasıl değerlendirdiğimi görerek değerlendirecektir; benim kaygıyla yanına koştuğumu, kendisini avuttuğumu, kendisine acıdığımı görürse, kendisini mahvolmuş hissedecektir; benim soğukkanlılığımı koruduğumu görürse, o da hemen yeniden soğukkanlılığına kavuşacak, acıyı artık hissetmeyince de geçtiğini sanacaktır. İşte bu yaşta ilk cesaret dersleri alınır ve hafif acılara korkmadan dayanarak, yavaş yavaş büyük acılara dayanmak öğrenilir.

A hunter knows he will lure game into his traps over and over again, so he doesn’t worry. To worry is to become accessible, unwittingly accessible. And once you worry you cling to anything out of desperation; and once you cling you are bound to get exhausted or to exhaust whoever or whatever you are clinging to.

إنه يعيش وحده في عزلة تامة، لا يمارس الحب ولا الزواج ولا حق له في التعبير عن ذاته. إنه كامن في أعماقه في ذل، يغلي بالحنق، ويحلم بالثورة. غارق في العبث الذي وجد فيه الحل لمتناقضاته الماضية. هو الذي أخرجه من تردده المعذب بين الإيمان والإلحاد، بين الديموقراطية والحكم المطلق، بين الماركسية والرأسمالية. هو الذي أنقذه من الهياكل الخاوية ولكنه أصابه بمرض جديد، مرض الفراغ والرعب