Quotes About Anxiety

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.

So you mustn't be frightened, dear Mr. Kappus, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety - like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in the palm of its hand and will not let you fall.

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. So you mustn't be frightened, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall.

Perhaps it requires of you precisely this existential anxiety in order to begin. Precisely these days of transition are perhaps the period when everything in you is working..

Why should you want to exclude any anxiety, any grief, any melancholy from your life, since you do not know what it is that these conditions are accomplishing in you?

if a sadness arises before you, greater than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and the shadows of clouds, passes over your hands and over all you do, you must suppose that something is acting upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand. It will not let you fall.

I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life.

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.

The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

Some of your hurts you have cured, and the sharpest you've even survived. But what torments of grief you've endured from evils which never arrived - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The freaky thing about death is the anticipatory fear of it.

The seeds of the ability to be able to confront, and even disagree with, an existing institution and know and trust that inside place that says it's all right. It's something I could never have done without anxiety until that moment—until that day.

Montaigne said something that rings true for many of us: "My life has been full of terrible misfortunes, most of which never happened.

No amount of regret changes the past. No amount of anxiety changes the future. Any amount of grateful joy changes the present.

They began by controlling books of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, political bias, religious prejudice, union pressure; there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

Don't they get afraid, then? They have a religion for that.

Sometimes I'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always use to be that way?

In real life, as we know, the failure to relax a particular tension can lead to madness.

I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. So vague, yet so immense. He did not want to live with it. Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it all the rest of his life.

The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain.

All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a large pink, trained ulcer, a blood pressure of algebraic dimensions, a myopia this side of blindness, and nightmares as deep as oceans and infested with improbable lengths of dream intestines through which he must violently force his way each night.

His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.

The jet bombers going over, going over, going over, one two, one two, six of them, nine of them, twelve of them, one and one and one and another and another and another, did all the screaming for him.