Anxiety's Cliches

the more the scarier

I’ll show him how the crowd eats scorn

the grass is always browner

search for sorrow and find regret

nervous as a desolate church

pillar of sobriety

every man has his vice

nothing ventured nothing pained

cool your jests

no pain no regain

read something out of it

time will swell

you can run but you can’t find

you get what you take

better late than ever

here today still here tomorrow

cheer up it’s the end of the world

hope springs infernal

river of fears

youth is fleeing

let’s jump from that bridge when we come to it