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Well, thank the gods,' he sighed.'Oh? And what would it be you're thanking them for?' Bahzell inquired, and Brandark grinned.'For making roads and letting us find one. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, but this business of following you cross-country without the faintest idea where I am can worry a man.

Never be anxious about maintaining the position you occupy. Be anxious about maintaining your good character and you will never lose your leadership influence!

I've never really had time for romantic relationships. I have much more important things to worry about, like saving the world from zombies.

Mostly I think I've learned to trust God more. I mean, if I start getting worried or freaked, I just try to put it in God's hands. Sometimes I imagine God cradling the globe in his hands, and I tell myself that as long as I'm with God, the Creator of the universe, I can be comfortable and at home anyplace on the planet.

I pressed my dark issues to the back of my mind and smiled a slight untruthful happiness . . .

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and __he world is an ugly place and not everyone wants you well_. But I was not afraid and I wished for adrenaline to make my veins pulsate in that way that puts them more on the outside of my skin than inside.After the first night with you I never walked alone at night again because suddenly I had something to lose. Something to save.

Worries are wasted energies.You can have a joyful life when you let go of your worries.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn__ get me anywhere. It was work and it was money and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away.

I__ not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

You__e worried about what-ifs. Well, what if you stopped worrying?

He was always worrying about me _ even when we were kids. If I scraped my knee or fell off my bike, he was the first one to help me up and make sure Mom got a Band-Aid._ __ remember._ I smile. __e was the quintessential big brother._ __e was. But that__ just it _ he__ not here to protect me anymore, Anna. And you don__ have to be, either. I know I let stuff get crazy. I didn__ mean to be like that _ it just kind of happened. You couldn__ have changed that. I _ it was something I had to go through myself._ My throat tightens. __ felt like I let him down,_ I say. __ll that stuff with smoking and Johan and Jake _ I didn__ take care of you. I couldn__ even keep that one simple promise._ __nna, my brother died. There__ no way you could protect me from that. It__ up to me, now. I let him down. I let me down.

I know you're feeling worried,But I promise I'm okay.You think I'm missing all the fun,But I don't want to play.And I'm not feeling lonely;Yeah, I've got a friend with me.I'm just keeping this corner company.

Before you worry about the beauty of your body, worry about the health of your body.

Why are you here, Wesley?___ told you,_ he said. __ got worried. You__e been avoiding me for the past week at school, and when I called you today, you didn__ answer. I thought something might have happened with your dad. So I came to make sure you were okay.__ bit my lower lip, a wave of guilt washing over me. __hat__ sweet,_ I murmured. __ut I__ fine. Dad apologized for the other night, and he__ going to AA meetings now, so___o you weren__ going to tell me?___hy would I?___ecause I care!_ Wesley yelled. His words crashed into me, stunning me for a second. ____e been worried about you since you left my house a week ago! You didn__ even say why you left, Bianca. What was I supposed to do? Just assume you would be all right?___od,_ I whispered. ____ sorry. I didn__-_____ worrying about you, and you__e fucking that pretentious little-!___ey!_ I shouted. __on__ bring Toby into this.

In the midst of our worried searching we recklessly abandon the treasures that life has bestowed upon us in the mad hunt for that which we wish to bestow upon ourselves.

We all have problems. Or rather, everyone has at least one thing that they regard as a problem.

A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.