Quotes About Anxiety

She's so anxious about being loved, she ends up driving people away.

Anxiety and anticipation, I was to learn, are the essential ingredients in suffering from pain, as opposed to feeling pain pure and simple.

Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.

Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.

Fear is the original sin," suddenly said a still, small voice away back—back—back of Valancy's consciousness. "Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.

In the middle of the night, Miss Clavel turned on the light and said, something is not right! 1941 - Ludwig Bemelmans (American, 1898–1962) -

To be sure, I can imagine what Heidegger means by being [Sein] and anxiety [Angst]. Man feels the urge to run up against the limits of language. Think for example of the astonishment that anything at all exists. This astonishment cannot be expressed in the form of a question, and there is no answer whatsoever. Anything we might say is a priori bound to be mere nonsense. Nevertheless we do run up against the limits of language.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

Thanks to a confluence of demographics and technology, we've pivoted further away from nature than any generation before us. At the same time, we're increasingly burdened by chronic ailments made worse by time spent indoors, from myopia and vitamin D deficiency to obesity, depression, loneliness and anxiety.

Hope is not a remedy or even a substitute for the despair and anxiety we face in the modern world, but a companion to these things. Mature hope involves a willingness to allow that brokenness and beauty sometimes intertwine.

When we pushed away from the moorings various parents waved from the porch and others clustered on the dock. We rushed, worried that they'd betray us with last-minute asinine chitchat. Sure enough, one dimwit yelled: "Did you remember your inhaler?" (Two of us were asthmatics.) "Shut up! Shut up!" we implored, hands over ears. None of us wanted to see a man go down that way. "And what about the EpiPens?" shouted the low-status mother.

The future flew past in a flash of grim. The clock was ticking, and I didn't like that clock.

Everything is a question of sleep, says Cocteau, but he forgets the shark, which does not. Anxiety is vigilant.

What the semicolon's anxious supporters fret about is the tendency of contemporary writers to use a dash instead of a semicolon and thus precipitate the end of the world.

was suddenly in a panic.

It may sound strange to laymen, but psychotherapists are familiar with the fact that people are routinely terrified by mental health.

To paraphrase the disappeared Jimmy Hoffa, who certainly didn't go down in history for his foolish worries: "Eighty-five percent of what you worry about won't ever come to pass. And you can always deal with that other fifteen percent." Of course, look what happened to Jimmy Hoffa.

O anseio de escutar a verdade complicava-se em mim com o temor de a saber. Era a primeira vez que a morte me aparecia assim perto, me envolvia, me encarava com os olhos furados e escuros.

O medo? O medo é um preconceito dos nervos. E um preconceito desfaz-se; basta a simples reflexão.

o bater da péndula fazia-me muito mal; esse tique-taque soturno, vagaroso e seco parecia dizer a cada golpe que eu ia ter um instante menos de vida. Imaginava então um velho diabo, sentado entre dois sacos, o da vida e o da morte, e a conta-las assim: - Outra de menos... - Outra de menos... - Outra de menos...

Only a fool is not afraid.

I knew that the moment I started worrying about whether or not I was good enough for the job, I wouldn't be able to do it.

We have to make decisions, and we can't make them if they're based on fear.

I was filled with anxiety that something might happen to him while we were far from home. I did not voice my fear or write about them in my journal, because that would have given them a reality I desperately desired to avoid