“Don’t chase what brings anxiety in the equation of your life.”

His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Her dreams, visions, and goals were in love with her, they beautifully came to life.

Smile and let the one whose existence sparks you, be the generator of your precious curving of the mouth.

You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

Health is a wealth that is irreplaceable and we only realize its value when it starts failing.

She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.

Looking at her, you would feel she was a porcelain doll with eyes full of fire and flames of life, that washed her away from the air bubbles of uncertainty.

If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.

She has a bunny, that sleeps on her palm, he wished it was his hand in her palm instead.

Her veins are filled with the ink that writes onto the paper of her life and canvas.

She kneeled in front of him and drank away the teardrops, that was the power she held with her healing aura.

She is the lighthouse that guards the ship, the shore, the sea of his life, without her, there is no him.

Her end was her beginning, and her every new start was the end to her old version.

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.

All publicity works upon anxiety.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait, and from your judgment must expect my fate.

A focus on this deep dissatisfaction is often the starting point in overcoming death anxiety.

I think that a lot of people are making a lot of money spreading anxiety. Anxiety sells.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

The more you fail to experience your life fully, the more you will fear death.

The more unlived your life, the greater your death anxiety.