Quotes About Anxiety

I am full of fear.

I felt confident that she wouldn't find out what a chicken I was,because after the comp,if I hadn't gone off the jump,I would be dead of shame.And if I had gone off the jump,I would be just plain dead.

There was a reason I was so into yoga. I was high-strung(news flash!).

Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you...

Ted shrank from these youths, though he was six foot four and weighed in at two hundred thirty, with a face that looked innocuous enough in the bathroom mirror but often prompted colleagues to ask him what was the matter.

He didn't sound afraid, but I smelled that he was. Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

When I was young, I was just about hard work. But as I got older, I did experience anxiety, doubt, judgment, and it's so easy to lose yourself for a second.

Show of hands," Devon said, breaking the silence. "Who thinks we're screwed?

So," I said climbing to my feet and changing the subject ASAP, "I had a dream last night someone tried to burn me alive, and I'm not entirely sure it was a dream." Devon stiffened. Chase's pupils pulsed. Subject successfully changed. "Now who's ready to eat?

No. I couldn't do this, couldn't go down that rabbit hole. Ivy's going to be fine. I'll hate her forever if something happens to her. She's going to be fine.

And my head of security didn't want me in this room with her alone.

I was in bed, thinking about everything Max had said, wondering if I was fundamentally selfish or needy person, when I heard a sound like scratching in the wall.

Fear does that to a person: shrinks them down, makes them small and weak.

For some people, Rose, it's easier to pretend the things that frighten us most don't exist at all.

It's the suddenness of life changing in an instant that makes me anxious when I sleep and makes me tell myself to breathe when I'm awake.

But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

I think of something my mom used to say, about how as scary as it is to go after dreams, it's even scarier not to.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

He knows as well as I do what the Why is. It's everything changing when I was ten. It's the bullying and the fear. So much fear of everything, but mostly death. Sudden, out-of-the-blue death. It's also me being terrified of life. It's the giant emptiness in my chest. It's touching my face or my skin and feeling nothing. This is the Why of me staying home in the first place. And the Why of me eating. And the Why of me ending up here. But that doesn't mean I want to die.

It can get kind of nerve-racking when you realise how isolated you are from the actual world here. But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

She said very quietly, "Mitch?" "What?" "There's somebody downstairs." "I know there is.

She came out in a cold sweat when she thought about the future, saying she felt like a coin someone had tossed in the air that might land heads or tails depending on how the pavement lay.

The house beneath slumbered in unbroken stillness. The silence filled his ears with a hum, which grew into a sound of whispering voices. Slowly and irresistibly these voices mastered him and increased the feeling of anxiety which had almost choked him several times that day. What could be the cause of such mental anguish? What could be the strange trouble which had slowly grown within him and had now become so unbearable? He had not fallen into sin.