Quotes About Anxiety

The ratman froze, staring at me. Why are you laughing? His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.

I'm not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I'm afraid of.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack.

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' Me, too, I said.

What are you afraid of?' I asked. 'Airplanes, guns, large predators, ad master vampires.

What's the matter with you tonight? he asked when we were out of earshot of Stirling and Co. I told you. No, he said, it isn't just the murder tonight. Hell, I've seen you kill people and be less upset afterwards. What's wrong?

it was more like two scared kids huddling in the dark when they knew the monster under the bed wasn't just real, but was holding a grudge.

Too much fear will paralyze you, but too little fear will make you careless.

Laurell K. Hamilton

Yeah, it is, because anger will help me keep moving until the job is done. Sadness won't. Grief won't. Anxiety won't. All those touchy-feely emotions that are supposed to be what make us human or whole or whatever will cripple you in the middle of a battle.

Scared would be better than stupid.

He nodded, as if that were the answer he wanted. "She's afraid of you; did you know that?" I smiled, and it wasn't a very nice smile. I could feel the edges curl up with a dark sort of satisfaction. "I hope the little bitch is sweating it out, big time.

Is anger always your go-to emotion?" he asked, sounding angry himself. "Yeah, it is, because anger will help me keep moving until the job is done. Sadness won't. Grief won't. Anxiety won't. All those touchy-feely emotions that are supposed to be what make us human or whole or whatever will cripple you in the middle of a battle.

We onlies, we fear the nothing. We fear the winds that howl around the last one standing. We fear the black silence of carrying those ever-fading histories alone.

For most people, the ringing of a phone was a welcome sign. Someone was trying to reach them, to say hello, ask about their well-being, or make plans. For me, it triggered fear, intense anxiety, and heart-stopping panic.

Anxiety, she thought, was like a flock of birds on a telephone line. When people came around they flapped off, and when the people went away they hopped back on.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.

I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I'd throw up.

I don't know what I'm doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I'll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I'll think about a career path.