Quotes About Anxiety

Alles is niet zo erg dan ontdekt te worden.

It is the silence that frightens me so in the evenings and at night.

I swallow Valerian pills every day against worry and depression, but it doesn't prevent me from being even more miserable the next day.

It strikes fear to my heart when Peter talks of later being a criminal, or of gambling; although it's meant as a joke, of course, it gives me the feeling that he's afraid of his own weakness.

Además, nos quedan tres peroles para hacer conservas y una pileta para usar como depósito de agua. —También tenemos unas diez arrobas de patatas de invierno en el cuarto de las especias. Estos son los comentarios que oigo todos los días, que si habrá invasión, que si no habrá invasión. Discusiones sobre pasar hambre, morir, bombas, mangueras de incendio, sacos de dormir, carnets de judíos, gases tóxicos, etcétera

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Our lives were not without anxiety, since our relatives in Germany were suffering under Hitler's anti-Jewish laws. After the pogroms in 1938 my two uncles (my mother's brothers) fled Germany, finding safe refuge in North America. My elderly grandmother came to live with us. She was seventy-three years old at the time. After May 1940 the good times were few and far between

Ya no me atrevo a hacer nada, porque tengo miedo de que esté prohibido".

They were pale, and didn't say a word when Cady entered the room. Had they been sitting like this every night for months? Seeing all those pale and frightened faces was awful. With each bang of an outside door, a shock went through everyone in the room, as if the door to life itself were symbolically being slammed shut.

don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill it.

The strangest things happen to you when you're in hiding!

Besides, your imagination often plays tricks on you in moments of danger.

November 8th, 1943 At night in bed I see myself alone in a dungeon, without Father and Mother. Or I'm roaming the streets, or the Annex is on fire, or they come in the middle of the night to take us away and I crawl under my bed in desperation. I see everything as if it were actually taking place. And to think it might all happen soon! (**good metaphor use later on for English)

Expectation and hope generate tension, as does fear.

I don't dare do anything anymore, cause Tm afraid it's not allowed.

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

You know your fear is both false and illogical, but you fear it anyway.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

I'm probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.

And my fear of failure has been lifelong and deep. If you are what you do- and I think my parents may have accidentally given me this idea- and you do poorly, what then? It's over; you're wiped out. All those prophecies you heard in the dark have come true, and people can see the real you, see what a schmendrick you are, what a fraud.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

And that almost everyone was struggling to wake up, to be loved, and not feel so afraid all the time. That's what the cars, degrees, booze, and drugs were about.

We're all afraid of the same stuff. Mostly we're afraid that we're secretly not okay, that we're disgusting, or frauds, or about to be diagnosed with cancer. ... We want to teach you how to quiet the yammer ... how you can create comfort, inside and outside, how you can get warm, how you can feed yourself. And even learn to get through silence. ... There is a wilderness inside you, and a banquet. Both. [p. 253]