Worried Quotes

“Don't look so worried. Most successful missions are just a series of barely averted disasters.”
― Sabaa Tahir, A Torch Against the Night

“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.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“You’re worried about what-ifs. Well, what if you stopped worrying?”
― Shannon Celebi, Driving Off Bridges

“He touches my cheek lightly with his fingers. 'You- I thought-'

I stare up into his eyes, puzzled by his expression.

'Are you hurt?' he asks.

I shake my head.

The prince turns away from me abruptly.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Kieran?'

He looked at me.

'Please... please try to be careful.'

He lifted his brows. 'Are you worried about me?'

Crossing my arms, I nodded.

'Don't be nice to me,' he replied, and I sensed amusement from him. 'It weirds me out.'

'Sorry.'

He smiled then as he walked to where I stood. 'You don't sound remotely sorry.'

I grinned at him.

'Do me a favour,' Kieran said, looking down at me. 'Protect your Prince, Poppy.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Oh, the hot breath coming out of her
mouth on each side, as she clamps on with her
fang-like incisors, that are razor sharp. It is like
her teeth would bite into me there, and make me
so weak I would pass out. Until now, I would
bleed without any bright markings left behind.
Yes, even on summer days, they come around me.
Like that day, Ava pulled up one of the railroads
spikes up and out of the railroad ties from the
ground with her bare hands. Then she began
roughly using it on me. It is like she pumps in
cocktails of venom with her nibbles of taste, and
my soul is floating out of my body as she comes
in.
My body is paralyzed, yet I feel the
pain, and my soul and faith are challenged. So far,
she will never get me all the way, I will never
become one of them! I found out that she loves to
suck out my blood, and everything else that comes
with it. For that is what gives her evil strength, it
is the same as being drugged when she draws from
me.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh The Lusting Sapphire Blue Eyes

“My body is nothing to anyone- so why should I care what somebody does with it. The first day at school was the worst, he told all his friends about it. I mean that everyone knows, I thought we were in love, I thought we would have a family together. Maybe I am just a stupid girl for thinking that way. I thought he was the one, but I guess I was wrong. Will anybody ever come along and save me from this hell? Just remember that life is not like a romance novel, and it most likely never will be like that at all for anyone.

We as a society have an impression of what is thought to be love, and that depiction is a joke. We build ourselves up for a letdown, no one or anything is perfect, and life is not fantasy. The reality always shows through in one way or another. We all have to find someone that is going to always be there for us, no matter what we have done or what has been said in the past. If we cannot be trusted by one another then it is never going to work. We want to enjoy spending time together, not worry about it, which is what real romance is about. I feel that I am still stepping foot into my drum cadence. I play my drum beats; others may join in when they find the right rhythm. If they are out of step with me, there is nothing wrong with playing a solo sometimes.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh The Miracle

“Rhyia leaned over and pushed a fallen strand of his hair back over one of his ears. 'Take it.'

'You want me to have it?' he asked, just to be sure.

He wondered what he'd done that was worthy of being commemorated with a present.

'I thought you could use a little nonsense,' she told him, which worried him a little.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“The world should know,' I said. 'The world should know how good you are, Rhysand- how wonderful all of you are.'

'I can't tell if I should be worried that you're saying such nice things about me. Maybe the king's taunting did get to you.'

I pinched his arm, and he let out a low laugh before raising my face to study my eyes. He angled his head. 'Should I be worried?'

I put a hand to his cheek once more, the silken skin now warm. 'You are selfless, and brave, and kind. You are more than I ever dreamed for myself, more than I...' The words choked off, and I swallowed, taking a deep breath. I wasn't sure if he needed to hear it after what the king had said, but I needed to say it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“She was worried about it too. She was upset because I wasn't talking to her about it. She was upset because I'd promised her one life, and given her another.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“When the television doctors look worried talking about COVID-19, you know it is far worse than what they are saying.”
― Steven Magee

“(Home)
‘This land is beautiful, but the people are horrible.’ The people took this beautiful land and raped it, and put up a bunch of ugly boxes, however, my home is in the Victorian-style and it is old and has a handcrafted personality. There is an ancient oak tree outside my window, sometimes I step out my window then onto the roof of the porch, and sit in the tree branch that hangs over, and watches all the stars as they appear to turn on and off. Yes, I have wished upon a shooting star, that things will change, and that the towers will be no more. Looking straight ahead, I can see all the lights that go on the horizon, some days the sunsets are blazing before the lights turn on. Then there are some days that the window is shut because it is cold windy while everything is chilled with the color of blue.
(Frame of mind)
My mood can change just like this and that it seems. Yes, just like all the summer turns into winter, and the winters turn into spring, and all of these thoughts running in my mind fall like the leaves through my brain, and they most likely do not mean a thing. I guess you could blame it on my ADD, ADHD, dyslexia, bipolar disorder, or OCD. I do not have any of these… I do not have anything wrong with me. But, if you are like one of the sisters or someone from my school, you would say my mood changes are because of my- STD’s, HIV, or being as they say GAY or BI, and LEZ-BO. They have also said, I am a pedophile and a child stocker, and I get moody if I do not get some from them. That is why I am so sober at times, or so they say.
Whatever…! They also have said that I am a schizophrenic- psycho and that I could not even buy love. I would not try that anyways. I think that having money does not give you happiness; I am okay being a humble farm- girl, the guy that finds me… needs to be happy with that also. I am sure there are more things they say.
However, those are just some of them that I can dredge up as of now, off the top of my head. They have murdered me and my life, in so many ways. So now, do you wonder as to why I am afraid of talking to people or even looking at them? You know you and they can try to destroy me, and my life. However, I do not have any of those listed either; none of these random arrangements of letters defines me as the person I truly am.
(Sight)
Looking out the windows, I can see the golden hayfields of ecstasy, I see the windmills that twist and tumble. I can see the abandoned railroad track that lies not far from my home. I can hear the cries of the swing as the wind gusts in spurts. But yet I am still in my room, but that is just okay with me. Because I know that there will someday soon be someone there for me.
(Household)
My room is a land of peace and tranquility without all the gloom, with a bed and a canopy overhead but still, I am not truly happy? There is nothing- like the sounds of the crickets speaking up often in the cool August night breeze. It is relaxing to me, however; it is a reminder to me of how the last glimmers of summer are ending. Besides the sounds slowly fade away, yes- I can hear this music from my bedroom window. It is just like in the spring the birds sing in the morning and leave in the cool gusts to come. It is just like the hummingbirds that flutter by, and then before I know it, all has changed; so, it seems by the time I walk out my bedroom door, to start my day. ‘Life goes in cycles of tunes it seems, and nature is its synchronization in its symphony you just have to listen.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh The Lusting Sapphire Blue Eyes

“It is like another five years of my life have passed, and it is as if I blacked out, because I cannot remember them, and I do not know why, yet maybe I do? I was there but my mind was elsewhere. I think about the past and relieve it while reliving it instead of being the mom, which I need and needed to be. I do not know where I was, where I have been, I was lost in my own body! Spinning- spinning- spinning around to the point of insanity, or so it seemed. Maybe my depression got the best of me? Maybe I was healing myself from the past; maybe, I do not know anything, and yet know it all.
In those five years she became a teenager, when did that happen? She has hips and a chest. Plus, she wears more make-up than I do? When…! How…! What? Where have I been? Yeah, Jaylynn is a young lady, and I can see she is having the same dreadful existence in her life as I did when I was a young woman. Yes, I do see that, sad to say.
It is interesting to watch children grow up in front of your eyes, I never knew how difficult, letting go could be. I remember when Jaylynn started to read. I remember when she went through the change to become a woman and we had that talk, little did I know she did not need it.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh The Cursed

“The angels and hallucination-like, we were all fighting for me to not be taken in any way by demons, or by the girls, that wanted me for their sexual role-playing games. Yet, the sisters got their way a lot of the time as you know, as luck would have it. We were fighting them off, as well as beating them all off too. I remember the white angels would shock the demons away with their bolt of lightning strikes and the thunder would crack out the glass of the school windows, and spray all over us. Supernaturally all the locker doors would open and close, the papers would fly, the pencils would zip by me like their uniforms and fingers, I was in the storm of their pain, everything was happening so hallucination-like.

This is how Kristen told me her rapes were like too, maybe, that is the way it is for all girls, which lived through all that hurt…? Your brain is half on, yet it is like it is wanting to be turned off.

The demons have satanic powers, which make angels freeze in mid-fight and flight. They are so strong they could tear the wings off of an Angel with their thought of mind. However, the bolt of lightning can make demons blow up; conversely, they disintegrate and then rise from the ashes once more to fight yet again.

They do not go away unless they have bodies to go into, or they are banished back down to hell. Otherwise, to claim the souls they want, you have to agree with what they say; only if you do not deny them, they will remain. Never- ever let them win! The demons can take on any figure or form they want to. Some choose to be animals, and some choose to be human-like beings, like the four sisters and clan, and the only protection was from the angels above me that would fight them off of me. Do you see what I mean- or did I lose you?”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Struggle with Affections

“Even though I feel them for him, I had to hold back, to know for sure. I just had to hold back. That’s we he drifted off… Why did he fall asleep on me? Was it because I’m boring or is he just exposed? My head thumping still, I know was not thinking clearly, so I staggered back down the long hallway back into the dwindling party. I see one of the double-hung windows. Without anyone observing I reach my hand forward and place it on the big old sill, there is an electric candle with a night light bulb sitting in the middle. I crack the window to let out the smoke and smells out, and to get some much-needed air.
A fine stream of rain-sh snow is gusting in on my face, it’s cold but feels so-so good, even though it’s winter. Enjoying the freezing air and the sensation of a hundred of little sparkly flacks.
I squeezed my eyes closed tightly and promised myself that I’ll never forget the moment I just had with him. Funny I wanted to forget about all the sound, the tacky lights, and smalls of my friends and their mindless hilarity that they're tittering about. For some reason… I wanted to forget about all the heated hookups and the many bodies that were around me. What surpasses me the most about this, is that this is what I lived for and sacrificed so much to gain… to have the gathering and wanting of others that are popular, it's everything I ever wanted. Yet it seemed at that moment, I was better off before not having it. Before I became this girl… the girl that I’m not… not truly on the inside.
When I open my eyes, I get the shock of my life. My little sis is standing in the doorway, staring at me. With that look holding me. She must have snuck out and followed me to this party with some of her older girlfriends, she has been messing with the wrong crew lately. I knew what happened to her tonight just by looking at her face, I knew. And if I find that boy, I’ll rip his sagging balls off! Then again, I was not much older than her when I went to my first party. I was horrified, she was doing what I did, back when I felt like I was dying inside. I was dead long before I wound up dead. I just wonder if she feels the same…? I wonder if I am the cause. How would let her in… and how did she get so popular already?”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Young Taboo

“Olivia was back for the moment, but that changed nothing. True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess. So, what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells.

It would be easy-like holding his hand or having his arms around me. It would feel nice. It wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

Keeping his eyes on mine, Marcel began to bend his face toward me. And I was still undecided.

The shrill ring of the phone made us both jump- but it did not break his focus. He took his hand from under my chin and reached over me to grab the receiver, but still held my face securely with the hand against my cheek. His dark eyes did not free mine. I was too muddled to react, even to take advantage of the distraction.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Hard to Let Go

“A man with worry is a man without wisdom.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“It's impossible to leave positive footprints behind when you're gone, if you always walked on worried tiptoes before you left.”
― Henry Joseph-Grant

“I'm not a dog to be summoned,' I said by way of greeting.

Slowly, Rhys looked over his shoulder. Those violet eyes were vibrant in the light, and I curled my fingers into fists as they swept from my head to my toes and back up again. He frowned at whatever he found lacking. 'I didn't want you to get lost,' he said blandly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What the hell happened to you?' Rhysand said before the Night Court had fully appeared around us.

'Why don't you just look inside my head?' Even as I said it, the words had no bite. I didn't bother to shove him as I stepped out of his hold.

He gave me a wink. 'Where's the fun in that?'

I didn't smile.

'No shoe throwing this time?' I could almost see the other words in his eyes. Come on. Play with me.

I headed for the stairs that would take me to my room.

'Eat breakfast with me,' he said.

There was a note in those words that made me pause. A note of what I could have sworn was desperation. Worry.

I twisted, my loose clothes sliding off my shoulders, my waist. I hadn't realised how much weight I'd lost. Despite things creeping back to normal.

I said, 'Don't you have other things to deal with?'

'Of course I do,' he said, shrugging. 'I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace.' He grinned, bowing at the waist. Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me. 'But I'll always make time for you.'

I was hungry- I hadn't yet eaten. And that was indeed worry glimmering behind the cocky, insufferable grin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Tell me what to do,' he said. 'Tell me what to do to help you.'

Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. 'Months and months, and you're still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?'

He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too much. 'He's giving me space to sort it out,' I said, with enough of a bite that I barely recognised my voice.

'Let me help you,' Rhys said. 'We went through enough Under the Mountain-'

I flinched.

'She wins,' Rhys breathed. 'That bitch wins if you let yourself fall apart.'

I wondered if he'd been telling himself that for months now, wondered if he, too, had moments when his own memories suffocated him deep in the night.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What's wrong?'

His wings were nowhere to be seen, not even the shadow of them. 'I'm debating asking you to stay tomorrow.'

I crossed my arms. 'I thought I was going.' Don't lock me up in this house, don't shove me aside-

He ran a hand through his hair. 'What I ahve to be tomorrow, who I have to become, is not... it's not something I want you to see. How I will treat you, treat others...'

'The mask of the High Lord,' I said quietly.

'Yes.' He took a seat on the bottom step of the stairs.

I remained in the centre of the foyer as I asked carefully. 'Why don't you want me to see that?'

'Because you've only started to look at me like I'm not a monster, and I can't stomach the idea of anything you see tomorrow, being beneath the mountain, putting you back into that place where I found you.'

Beneath the mountain- underground. Yes, I'd forgotten that. Forgotten I'd see the court Amarantha had modelled her own after, that I'd be trapped beneath the earth...

But with Cassian and Azriel, and Mor. With... him.

I waited for the panic, the cold sweat. Neither came. 'Let me help. In whatever way I can.'

Blackness shaded the starlight in those eyes. 'The role you will have to play is not a pleasant one.'

'I trust you,' I sat beside him on the stairs, close enough that the heat of his body warmed the chill night air clinging to my overcoat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian said, 'You didn't think you were essential. You saved our asses, yes, but... you didn't think you were essential here.'

One-two, one-two, one-two. 'I'm not.' He opened his mouth but I charged ahead, speaking around my gasps for breath. 'You all have a... duty- you're all vital. Yes, I have my own abilities, but... You and Azriel were hurt, my sisters were... you know what happened to them. I did what I could to get us out. I'd rather it was me than any of you. I couldn't have lived with the alternative.'

His upraised hands were unfaltering as I pummelled them. 'Anything could have happened to you at the Spring Court.'

I stopped again. 'If Rhys isn't grilling me with the overprotective bullshit, then I don't see why you-'

'Don't for one moment think that Rhys wasn't beside himself with worry. Oh, he seems collected enough, Feyre, but I know him. And every moment you were gone, he was in a panic. Yes, he knew- we knew- you could handle yourself. But it doesn't stop us from worrying.'

I shook out my sore hands, then rubbed my already-aching arms. 'You were mad at him, too.'

'If I hadn't been healing, I would have kicked his ass from one end of Velaris to the other.'

I didn't reply.

'We were all terrified for you.'

'I managed just fine.'

'Of course you did. We knew you would. But...' Cassian crossed his arms. 'Rhys pulled the same shit fifty years ago. When he went to that damned party Amarantha threw.'

Oh. Oh.

'I'll never forget it, you know,' he said, blowing out a breath. 'The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realised what was happening, and that... he'd saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but...' He scratched at his temple. 'It went quiet- in my head. In a way it hadn't been before. Not since...' Cassian squinted at the cloudless sky. 'Even with utter hell unleashing here, across our territory. I just went... quiet.' He tapped the side of his head with a finger, and frowned. 'After Hybern, the healer kept me asleep while she worked on my wings. So when I woke up two weeks later... that's when I heard. And when Mor told me what happened to you... It went quiet again.'

I swallowed against the constriction of my throat. 'You found me when I needed you most, Cassian.'

'Pleased to be of service.' He gave me a grim smile. 'You can rely on us, you know. Both of us. He's inclined to do everything himself- to give everything of himself. He can't stand to let anyone else offer up anything.' That smile faded. 'Neither can you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“By the time I strode away, Nesta had already faced the battle once more, rain plastering her hair to her head. Resuming her unending vigil of the general battling on the valley floor below.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. 'You are, as always, free to go wherever and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is... try to leave a note the next time.'

The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not- not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but... genuine terror of not knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. 'I'm sorry,' I said. To him, to the others.

Mor didn't so much as look at me.

'You have nothing to be sorry for,' Rhys replied, hand sliding to cup my cheek. 'You decided to take things into your own hands, and got us valuable information in the process. But... ' His thumb stroked over my cheekbone. 'We have been lucky,' he breathed. 'Keeping a step ahead- keeping out of Hybern's claws. Even if today... today wasn't so fortunate on the battlefield. But the cynic in me wonders if our luck is about to expire. And I would rather it not end with you.'

They all had to think me young and reckless.

No, Rhys said through the bond, and I realised I'd left my shields open. Believe me, if you knew half of the shit Cassian and Mor have pulled you'd get why we don't. I just... Leave a note. Or tell me the next time.

Would you have let me go if I had?

I do not let you do anything. He tilted my face up, Mor and Azriel looking away. You are your own person, you make your own choices. But we are mates- I am yours, and you are mine. We do not let each other do things, as if we dictate the movements of each other. But... I might have insisted I go with you. More for my own mental well-being, just to know you were safe.

You were occupied.

A slash of a smile. If you were hell-bent on going into the Middle, I would have unoccupied myself from battle.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Cassian was sleeping in a chair beside her bed.

His head was at an awkward angle, and his wings drooped onto the stone- and he was wearing only his undershorts and a blanket that looked as if someone had draped it over his lap.
...
She stared at him for long minutes, the unusual paleness of his face, the brows still clenched with worry, as if he fretted for her, even in sleep. The sun gilded his dark hair and shone through his wings, bringing out the undertones of reds and golds in both.

Like a knight guarding his lady. She couldn't stop the image, sprung from the pages of her childhood books. Like a warrior-prince, with those tattoos and that muscle-bound chest.

Her throat tightened unbearably, her eyes stinging.

She would not let herself cry, not for herself or for the sight of him keeping watch beside her bed all night.

But it was as if her furious blinking woke him, as if he could hear the flutter of her lashes.

His hazel eyes shot to hers, like he always knew precisely where she was. And they were so full of worry, of that unrelenting goodness, that she had to fight like hell to keep the tears from falling.

Cassian said gently. 'Hey.'

She clamped down on herself. 'Hello.'

'Are you all right?'

'Yes.' No. Though not for the reason he believed.

'Good.' He groaned, stretching, first his arms and then his wings. Muscles rippled. 'You want to talk about it?'

'No.'

'That's fine.'

And that was that.

But Cassian threw her a half smile, and it was so normal, so him in a way that no one else was or would ever be, that her throat tightened again. 'You want breakfast?'

Nesta managed to answer his half smile with one of her own. 'I like your priorities, general.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I shrug. 'They were just dead flowers.'

'They were mutilated violets.' HIs mouth tightens and I go to him, resting my hands on his head.

'It's not like they came with a death note or anything.' I tease, stroking his soft brown hair.

He looks up at me, the mage lights making his eyes a little brighter above his trim beard. 'They're threats.'

I shrug. 'Every cadet gets threatened.'

'Every cadet doesn't have to wrap their knees every day,' he fires back.

'The injured ones do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Aw, are you worried about me?' I teased. 'You're such a good father.'

His expression turned bland. 'Stop deflecting, Poppy.'

'Why? I'm so good at it.'

'But you're actually not.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You cannot spare a few minutes?” his mother pressed. “I am worried about you, Montrose.” He laughed at her pronouncement. A bitter and deep laugh, no levity in it at all. “You are about twenty years too late in worrying about me, Mother.”
― Scarlett Scott, Duke of Debauchery

“I can handle myself-'

'I can't fucking handle myself, Quinlan. Not if you might be in danger.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood