Quotes About Anxiety

Love is the fear of separation

Worry:Interest paid on trouble before it falls due.

Anxiety is interest paid on trouble before it is due.

I am on the run for my life with a cat who hates to travel

Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can't even see straight.

I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

I may be nervous," I say. "Okay, I'm really glad you said that, because I just went to the back room to put on more deodorant." Sebastian says.

Anxiety is like being in freeway traffic all the time. There's the constant sense of dodging and darting, seeking your chance to cut in, the irritation of others pulling ahead of you. You hit the accelerator, you slam the brakes. You scout and scan for danger.

What is uneasy when you are awake in the daylight is terror in the dark honesty of your dreams.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

Fear was the biggest bullshitter, he'd said. But sometimes, too, fear told the truth.

Still, past assholes could make a person feel skittish. You had to be careful. It could all suddenly be different than you thought it was. A big possible mistake could be hidden anywhere, ready to blow up everything, same as stepping on a land mine.

It's a twisted version of Green Eggs and Ham: I could panic in a train! I could panic on a plane! I could panic on the stairs—I could panic anywhere!

Here is what happens when your mother worries: You become secretly worried. Anxiety plays in your background like bad grocery store music. You pace and count stuff and wake at night, your heart beating too fast. You pretend to be brave, and do stuff to prove you're not a scared person like she is.

We put God in front of terrifying things, and we knocked three times, and we took drugs and shopped too much and obsessed about success, so that the scary stuff would look farther away than it was. We worried, because maybe if we worried enough, it would act like a spell of safety. All those things, superstitions and addictions and anxiety, they were all about hiding from what scared the shit out of us.

Annabelle is rarely relaxed anymore, not even in her own house. So here, her panic is rising. It's a tsunami of dread and obligation and the knowledge of bathroom use in small places.

Ass-kissing is the last resort of any anxious person who's in over their head.

Anxiety is like being in freeway traffic all the time. There's the constant sense of dodging and darting, seeking your chance to cut in, the irritation of others pulling ahead of you. You hit the accelerator; slam the brakes. You scout and scan for danger. Here, though, there is no traffic and no freeway. There is gentle company and books on shelves. There is quiet. There's fun. Dawn Celeste has a laugh that sounds like a pot bubbling over. Everyone gets to do as they wish.

It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not

Sometimes you can lock the doors and close the blinds, but the monsters are still there inside your house, sleeping and breathing and just waiting to wake up and terrorize you all over again.

The first and immediate thing to do when you find yourself stuck in terror is to breathe!

Anxiety does not make a future situation turn out better if anything it stops you from reaching your highest potential. Relax and live in the present, not the future.

Inaction only makes a task more daunting in your eye. Act quickly, before you overthink, get anxious or give up.