Quotes About Anxiety

While the Citadel is building more and more nuclear missiles for the Military-Industrial Empire, it is apt to provoke anxiety or guilt or uneasy sensations in general to think about the subject of Planetary Catastrophe. The people who do think about that are likely to resign from the Citadel — or get expelled, like Dr. Oppenheimer — or even to march around with picket signs, making a nuisance of themselves.

It is common underground lore that repeating a consoling mantra (such as the famous Om Munnee Pudmeh Hom! or even a prayer from one's childhood in Sunday school) often quiets such an anxiety attack. It is also known that holding, cuddling or petting with a loved person also has this sedative effect. Many trippers, therefore, might have found themselves praying and balling, without any knowledge that this is an old tradition, but just to stave off paranoid and frightful feelings.

Shame is probably our most hidden and misunderstood emotion. It's also the one most likely to motivate men to stay away from the help they need—and need to admit they need—which can range from psychotherapy to addiction programs. Performance anxiety is driven by shame; so is the drive to overachieve; so is the pressure to man up. Shame is behind the scenes much more often than you might think.

I could feel the tension radiate from my solar plexus and jangle along the nerve circuitry. It had nothing to do with the weather.

You hate people. Because, really, you're afraid of them, aren't you? Always have been, ever since you were a little tyke. Rather snuggle up in a chair under the lamp and read. You did it thirty years ago, and you're still doing it now. Hiding away under the covers of a book.

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane.

But meanwhile he had to do something about the way his heart pounded.

The Black Kiss (with Henry Kuttner) Weird Tales, June 1937 1. The Thing in the Waters Graham Dean nervously crushed out his cigarette and met Doctor Hedwig's puzzled eyes. "I've never been troubled like this before," he said. "These dreams are so oddly persistent. They're not the usual haphazard nightmares.

Who hath desires must ever fearful be; Who lives in fear cannot be counted free.

We're asleep yet not asleep. We are thinking a strange thought, Thinking we are to be slaughtered, That cranberry branches are burning, That cauldrons are steaming, That steel knives are being sharpened.

Sometimes I wake up at night in a panic. Wondering: What will my life be like? And sometimes I even wonder: Who am I? What am I doing here, on this planet, in this city, in this house? And it gives me the shivers, makes me panic.

He was afraid that his body would come loose, all his bones spilling out like a building collapsing, like a picket fence clattering apart.

Nightmares ended when you woke up. Guilt never ended, worse in the dark of the night but with you all the time, day or night.

When long-term convicts were first released they often experienced a form of agoraphobia—a fear of open spaces. The prison counselors had a special name for this type of agoraphobia when they attributed it to convicts—the fear of life. Freedom gave a man choices and choices could be terrifying. Every choice was a potential failure.

Scott woke the next morning, feeling anxious and agitated. He had dreamed about Marshall and Daryl. In the dream, they stood calmly in the street as the shooting unfolded around them. In the dream, Marshall told Orso and Cowly the five men removed their masks after the shooting, and called each other by name. In the dream, Marshall knew their names and addresses, and had close-up photos of each man on his cell phone. Scott just wanted to know if the man had been there. He

Amber tried to pull away, but couldn't. "Let go! Lemme go! You can't—" I ignored her and focused on Tyson. "Is anyone here besides you and Amber?" Tyson stood mute, eyes unnaturally wide, too scared to answer. Amber thrashed pretty good.

Stegner finally spoke, a quiet voice in the backseat darkness. "Please don't kill me." Pike didn't answer. Isabel should have left the house by then. She should have reached the lifeguard stand. She should be safe. Pike told himself these things, but found no solace. All the shoulds in the world meant nothing. Isabel would not be safe until he reached her.

Jonathan Green nodded again, then stared at the far wall for what seemed like several minutes. No one moved, and no one spoke. All of the other attorneys stared at Jonathan as if he might suddenly utter some dictum and they would have to act on it. Apprehensive.

We asked the people at the flower shop if they had seen anything, but they hadn't. We asked every shopkeeper in the strip mall and most of the employees, but they all said no. I hoped they had seen something to indicate that Karen was safe, but deep down, where your blood runs cold, I knew they hadn't.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

The need for certainty is the greatest disease the mind faces.

The root cause of all passive aggression is the human fear of direct confrontation—the emotions that a conflict can churn up and the loss of control that ensues.

If you need everything in your life to be simple and safe, this open-ended nature of the task will fill you with anxiety. If you are worried about what others might think and about how your position in the group might be jeopardized, then you will never really create anything. You will unconsciously tether your mind to certain conventions, and your ideas will grow stale and flat.

Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. `Are you afraid?' `Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. `Afraid! Of him? O, never, never! And yet--and yet-- O, Mole, I am afraid!