Quotes About Anxiety

Nosotros, mientras tanto, vivimos en una era de miedo, negatividad y malas noticias. Las buenas noticias no venden porque no interesan a nadie.

Mortal life is too short to be worried all the time.

neurosis is for the young, who think they are made of time

It isn't just the dying part; it's the thought of the day coming when I will have already been dead five, ten, two hundred years. All those centuries piling on top of me, like so many fallen trees. The fact that I will neither know nor care is of little comfort because I'm not, as yet, dead. The only cure for the fear of death is death.

Those first days his daughter, Sally, and I took twelve-hour shifts at the hospital, sitting in a chair next to his bed, listening to the beeping of monitors in the ICU. We were afraid to leave him. It was as if we were trying to hatch an egg, keeping him warm with our presence, and we didn't want him to wake without a familiar face nearby.

If I am killed, I can die but once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.

I am not at all concerned about whose side God is on, for I know the Lord is always on the side of the right. But it is my constant anxiety and prayer that I and this nation should be on the Lord's side.

Who do you think's after you, Shane, my lad? Or is it just the dark you're afeared of?

I've learned one important lesson in my life, and I'm going to share it with you. Don't worry about bad things that haven't happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety.

I've learned one important lesson in my life, and I'm going to share it with you. Don't worry about bad things that haven't happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety." Colin

Don't worry about bad things that haven't happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety.

He decided to cling to those things that were wonderful about her, and to ignore the ravages of time and insecurity, instability, and anxiety.

Fear is stronger than arms.

My heart's a dance of fear.

Excessive fear is always powerless.

There was the same old dread, and there was the same old hope

Anxiety is the handmaiden of contemporary ambition.

Writing a book has about it some of the anxiety of telling a joke and having to wait several years to know whether or not it was funny.

We are tempted to believe that certain achievements and possessions will give us enduring satisfaction. We are invited to imagine ourselves scaling the steep cliff face of happiness in order to reach a wide, high plateau on which we will live out the rest of our lives; we are not reminded that soon after gaining the summit, we will be called down again into fresh lowlands of anxiety and desire.

Though it may feel otherwise, enjoying life is no more dangerous than apprehending it with continuous anxiety and gloom.

If you wish to put off all worry, assume that what you fear may happen is certainly going to happen.

And I wondered, with mounting anxiety, What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?

There is a devilishly direct relationship between the significance of an idea and how nervous we become at the prospect of having to think about it.

The price we have paid for expecting to be so much more than our ancestors is a perpetual anxiety that we are far from being all we might be.