Quotes About Anxiety

I'm the girl who trips on the dance floor and can't find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

It's always there—fear—and if you don't stay on top of it, you'll drown.

Rape wounds deeply, splits open your core with shrapnel. The stench of the injury attracts maggots which hatch into clouds of doubt and self-loathing the dirt you feel inside you nourishes anxiety, depression, and shame poisoning your blood, festering in your brain until you will do anything to stop feeling the darkness rising within anything to stop feeling– untreated pain is a cancer of the soul that can kill you

I stand on the edge of a cliff, wondering if I'm going to fall or jump.

Tell me this is a nightmare

Dad: And that tree is sick. See how the branches on the left don't have any buds? I should call someone to take a look at it. Don't want it crashing into your room during a storm. Thanks, Dad. Like I'm not already having a hard time sleeping. Worry #64 : flying tree limbs.(...)

Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all a disappointment. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs.

You can only be brave if you're scared.

We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

Could he hear my heart pounding?

Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you.

If you really want to be afraid for mankind, you don't even need to know who Paul Ryan is. All you have to do is lurk for five minutes by the pharmacy.

Enough! Introductions bore the reader and the writer simultaneously, the reader anxious to get on to the meat of the book, the writer at least as anxious to turn in his manuscript, pick up his check, and go out and get drunk. I'll end this now and permit us both to go our separate ways.

There is nothing stranger than to love somebody who is mad, or who is intermittently so. The weight, the strain, the anxiety is a heavy load to bear – if only because among these confusional states and hysterias loom dreadful probabilities like suicide or murder. It shakes one's hold also on one's own grasp of reality; one realises how precariously we manage

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

Its a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.

I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine

I'm not too afraid of much but I do fear not being able to race some day. I can imagine it would be quite sad.

I tried to fight the panic and force it back down to where it had come from.

Every kid's afraid of that right? That someday you'll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.

I get so sad that sad gets to be.So scared that all my feelings they up and leave me. I got so city girl on you. I go so crazy I don't know what to do.

Listen, I don't know anything about polygraphs and I don't know how accurate they are, but I know they'll scare the hell out of people.

Hopes are always accompanied by fears, and, in scientific research, the fears are liable to become dominant.