Quotes About Anxiety

The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.

All of the great leaders have had one characteristic in common: it was the willingness to confront unequivocally the major anxiety of people in their time. This, and not much else, is the essence of leadership.

All of the great leaders have had one characteristic in common: it was the willingness to confront unequivocally the major anxiety of their people in their time. This, and not much else, is the essence of leadership.

koinophobia the fear that you've lived an ordinary life.

anoscetia the anxiety of not knowing "the real you.

zielschmerz n. the dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you started up in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could.

We are more disturbed by a calamity which threatens us than by one which has befallen us.

Petunia only ever went to the doctor reluctantly, and her motive in doing so was always the same: she did it in order to feel less anxious about things. The doctor was supposed to make the worry go away; she did quite enough worrying without actually having something to worry about. When she came out feeling no less anxious, as this time, something had gone wrong. The basic contract had been broken.

From his dealings with his mother, Smitty had learned the following truth: the person doing the worrying experiences it as a form of love; the person being worried about experiences it as a form of control.

It's not the fault of ghosts that we are so frightened of them.

driven crazy by not knowing which'll destroy us first, the H-bomb or the wrong fork at the dinner table,

The Beck seemed to feel that if she let her guard down for an instant, she would die. Kidnappers lurked in every public bathroom, you got cancer if you caught a whiff of secondhand tobacco smoke, bombs and handguns proliferated in high schools everywhere, you caught AIDS if you even kissed you boyfriend. God forbid you got a sunburn of forgot to fasten your seat belt.

A day of worry is more exhausting than a day of work

No doubt I do act in 'bad faith' when I deliberately avoid facing an honest decision and follow the conventional pattern of behavior in order to be spared the anxiety that comes when one is... thrown into seventy thousand fathoms.

We have all done this before; we're bored and terrified.

Sometimes I got worried that my memory was falling apart.

My fear is that I go up to the girl of my dreams and say 'I'm sorry, but I've got to say hello to you ' and she slides the stool back and gets up and walks away, saying, 'Not for me, Bub. I don't want anything to do with you.'

You cannot avoid war in life, you cannot avoid the fear of terrorism, you cannot avoid those things now, they are a part of everyday demeanor.

What about the rest of the family? Did you meet them, too?" I explained that I had met everyone except the sister in Transylvania and the sister at the hospital. My mother sighed. "He will want to marry you," she said. "I'm very concerned. That's what it means when men want you to meet their sisters." "Don't worry, nobody wants to marry me," I said. But somewhere inside, a tiny part of me felt a thrill.

what does 'functioning normally' mean?" I asked. "Being able to face the past. Having a normal sex life. Not lying awake all night in fits of anxiety." "Oh. Are most people able to face the past and have normal sex lives?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I think they are," she said. "Anyway, if anyone is, it should be me. Deep down I have a talent for well-being. I can feel it." I nodded. I thought she had it, too, a talent for well-being.

Fear gripped her like hands around the neck, the way it could only happen in an unfamiliar room in the pitch black of night.

She had thought that 'depression' would be like sitting in a rocking chair and not being able to make it move. She had thought it would descend over her like a fog, turning things fuzzy, coloring them gray. But depression was active, it paced back and forth wringing its hands. She couldn't stop thinking; she couldn't find her way free from apprehension.

She had thought it would descend over her like a fog, turning things fuzzy, coloring them gray. But depression was active, it paced back and forth wringing its hands.