Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (…)‘And?’‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension...

Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.

The world we see is a painting colored by our fears and desires.

If you don’t doubt it, be ’bout it. Intuition is soul’s watchman.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

There are broadly two kinds of people who worry and fear a lot. One who has built the desire more than his need and another who has got more than what he deserves. And both of them do everything to retain their position.

Panic and terror aren’t the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

Venture deep into the wilderness of lost thought to the point that you physically shiver with apprehension, and there you will find creativity

The only time “early bloomer” has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged.

Mark felt eyes on him as tight as a sniper’s aim.

Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame. Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body, she felt like disappearing into the thin air, maybe to another mind creating world.

I am not superior than anybody, don’t say i am, else i won’t defend you when you get caught.

I’m like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.