Quotes About Anxiety

The experience of separateness arouses anxiety; it is, indeed, the source of all anxiety. Being separate means being cut off, without any capacity to use my human powers. Hence to be separate means to be helpless, unable to grasp the world—things and people—actively; it means that the world can invade me without my ability to react.

Worrying is praying for things you don't want to happen

her insomnia likely had roots in her fear of losing control.

Concordia experienced a profound rush of relief. He was safely home. Now, perhaps she would be able to shake off the feeling of dread that has descended on her after he had left.

It's sad, actually, because my anxiety keeps me from enjoying things as much as I should at this age.

The hang-up calls both annoyed and unsettled her. There had been a lot of them lately, and when she checked the caller ID, the numbers were all unavailable. Telemarketers, most likely.

There are a lot of things in this world to be afraid of, but a dead body isn't one of them.

Worry retards reaction and makes clear-cut decisions impossible.

All violence here is born of fear.

I like to feel the butterflies in the stomach, I like to go home and have a restless night and wonder how I'm going to be able to accomplish this feat, get jittery. That hunger and those butterflies in the stomach are very essential for all creative people.

I live in fear of making an honest mistake in conversation followed by some kind of Maoist-style recrimination session.

you notes, and defended him against all comers. I was as good a parent as I knew how to be, because there was something about the job that mattered to me (well, not "something": my own mother, who was a loving presence and a terrible cook but never protected me from anything or anyone, handicapped as she was by besetting anxiety).

I get rational when I panic.

Because right now, leaning against Kenny's counter, he was fully, painfully erect, for maybe the first time in months. He backed away and tried to think about something else - anything else. Losing his job, his mother's cat, Denise - oh, there you go. Limp as a politician's moral code.

That's the point. Don't you see? From the minute that swimmer found a home, we were going to worry. This ride gets faster and scarier and trickier, and the loops get higher, and there's more of them, and the entire fucking roller coaster is just going to go zooming down the track at Mach fucking twelve, and that's

He was starting to learn that you didn't really know what it meant unless you felt the broken glass of worry that went with it.

He'd thrown up once already, on purpose, and the purging seemed to have steadied his nerves a little—and made the giant breakfast he'd eaten feel a little less burdensome—but it wasn't enough.

This was not how Carpenter expected this conversation to go. "You're insane," he said decisively. "So insane." Dane appeared unfazed. "We've covered that. Bipolar depression, anxiety—you've

God, two concussions in a year. Ellery was going to make him wear a helmet to go to the bathroom, and Jackson would totally deserve it.

Crick found him there a half an hour later as he stared haplessly at a pile of bills.

they're all shitting themselves and dying on the path to the dock." A moan issued from the back of the house, followed by gastric sounds that almost shook the floorboards.

Jackson?" Ellery grabbed his arms and shook him. "Where are you hurt? Where are you bleeding? Why aren't they working on you?

Kill me. Kill me now. "I, uhm, well, I haven't done anything that could get him pregnant?

The ball never fucking landed.