Quotes About Anxiety

in the battle between anxiety and social custom, social custom almost always won.

she had carried anxiety with her to work every morning and brought it home with her every night; a nameless, inconsiderate companion that had a habit of poking her in the ribs whenever she was trying to relax.

In truth, though, she could not bear the idea of having a phone on her all the time, wherever she went. Could not be at ease knowing she might get an urgent call from Christmasland, some dead kid on the line: Hey, Ms. McQueen, did you miss us?!?

It is odd how much we want to be in love when you think about how much anxiety comes with it, like a tax on money you won in the lottery.

I wanted to explore this idea that the bogey man in the closet is scary, but being a mother is scarier.

Sometimes Wayne felt that the world had been sliding apart beneath his feet for years. He was still waiting for it to pull him down, to bury him at last.

FEAR THICKENS TIME, TURNS IT slow and viscous.

When she wasn't painting, when she didn't have creative work to occupy her, she became aware of a growing physical apprehension, like she was standing beneath a crane that was holding a piano aloft; at any moment she felt that the cables could snap and all that weight could fall upon her with a fatal crash.

Estou tão cansada – falou. – De sentir medo. De não conseguir ajudar as pessoas.

The Gasmask Man

It's about the terror of an ordinary life" or "It's the story of a man shipwrecked in his own mind." But

There are two infections running rampant. One is the Dragonscale, and the other is panic." "It

Harper smiled weakly for Renée, but felt unsteady and sick. She had to close her eyes to withstand the assault of the last thunderous verse—her Dragonscale crawled unpleasantly, and the only thought she could manage was, Stop, stop, stop—and when it was over, and the room erupted into stamping feet and whistles and applause, it was all she could do not to cry.

Come on now, Mr. Gallagher. We turned the sound off for you. The bad woman can't hurt you. We'll keep you safe from all her reason and science and compassion." "Just keep your back turned," Loren Hayes added. "If you look at her, there's the very real possibility you might catch a glimpse of empathy and it'll give you a sour tummy.

His own eyes prickle wetly. His blond hair darkens with sweat; pearls of water stand out on his smooth six-year-old forehead. The longer he stares back, the wider the gaze seems to get, like a grin. Her eyes radiate hard spines of heat, which drill into him. Timmy Babson feels punctured, "seen." "Jane!" Timmy screams for his mother, calling for her by her first name for the first time. "Jane, Jane! It's looking

I don't like money actually, but it quiets my nerves.

It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill your heart with poison, who might rob you and stab you, who might stand above you in the dark with a tarantula.

Money is a strange thing. It ranks with love as our greatest source of joy, and with death as our greatest source of anxiety.

For instance, when people press their lips together in a manner that seems to make them disappear, it is a clear and common sign that they are troubled and something is wrong.

Neck touching takes place when there is emotional discomfort, doubt, or insecurity.

Violations of personal space cause us to become hypervigilant; our pulse races and we may become flushed (Knapp & Hall, 2002, 146–147).

During a job interview, I expect applicants to be nervous initially and for that nervousness to dissipate. If it shows up again when I ask specific questions, then I have to wonder why these nervous behaviors have suddenly presented again.

My memory is a scary place: you need a flashlight and a gun so as not to get mugged in there.

These fucks next door. I got no problems with them yet, but I feel one brewing, way they watch me. They're biding their time. I'd like to have you at my back, and there's always the chance they'll get you first, instead of me. I like the idea of a buffer.