Quotes About Anxiety

Notions and scruples were like spilt needles, making one afraid of treading, or sitting down, or even eating.

Instead of trying to still his fears he encouraged them, with that superstitious impression which clings to us all that if we expect evil very strongly it is the less likely to come...

Fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.

There's no work so tirin' as danglin' about an' starin' an' not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next; and keepin' your face i' smilin' order like a grocer o' market-day for fear people shouldna think you civil enough.

the religion of personal fear remains nearly at the level of the savage.

Anxiety is good for nothing if we can't turn it into a defense.

She] looked as if her nerves were quivering with the expectation that something would be thrown at her. But she never had anything worse than words to dread.

But we are frightened at much that is not strictly conceivable.

On the verge of a decision we all tremble: hope pauses with fluttering wings.

Tom's mind was set to the expectation of the worst that could happen—not death, but disgrace.

The sense of blessedness in his own lot had yet an aching anxiety at his heart: this may be held paradoxical, for the beloved lover is always called happy, and happiness is considered as a well-fleshed indifference to sorrow outside it. But human experience is usually paradoxical, if that means incongruous with the phrases of current, talk or even current philosophy.

Pray tell me what it is," said Dorothea, anxiously, also rising and going to the open window, where Monk was looking in, panting and wagging his tail. She leaned her back against the window-frame, and laid her hand on the dog's head; for though, as we know, she was not fond of pets that must be held in the hands or trodden on, she was always attentive to the feelings of dogs, and very polite if she had to decline their advances.

She was not in the least teaching Mr. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her, but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. Casaubon.

O que chamamos de nosso desespero é, muitas vezes, apenas a dolorosa ansiedade de uma esperança não alimentada.

the involuntary loss of any familiar object almost always brings a chill as from an evil omen; it seems to be the first finger-shadow of advancing death. From

Worry is common, it's not good for us, it accomplishes little, and it dishonors the God who cares for us. Worry may be our most enduring form of unbelief.

The fact is that when we are filled with anxiety and fear, this affects both mental and physical functioning and reduces our capacity to reach our highest level of performance.

Carl Schmitt could boast with some justice that the Nazi revolution was orderly and disciplined. But the reason lies not so much within the Nazis themselves as in the lack of an effective opposition. For millions the Nazi ideology did assuage their anxiety, did end their alienation, and did give hope for a better future. Other millions watched passively, not deeply committed to resistance. Let them have a chance was a typical attitude. Hitler took the chance and made the most of it.

I had been afraid of breast cancer, as I suspect most women are, from the time I hit adolescence. At that age, when our emerging sexuality is our central preoccupation, the idea of disfigurement of a breast is particularly horrifying.

Ageing is something that both men and women are utterly terrified about.

The scary thing is that I sometimes think, 'Oh, I've won a Bafta. This could be the top of the precipice.'

My biggest fear was public speaking, and then having everyone know who I was, it was definitely weird at first. When I first won, it was definitely a culture shock, it was something I wasn't quite ready for.

When I won the Tony, I blacked out. I don't remember anything. I had bullet points jotted down, but I forgot to read half of them. My hands were shaking. It was an insane honor to be recognized in that way.

No matter how many awards you've won or how many sales you've got, come the next book it's still a blank sheet of paper and you're still panicking like hell that you've got nothing new to say.