Quotes About Anxiety

I was a tiger, a good fighter, in good shape, but I was always nervous before boxing matches.

I'm not really a helicopter dad or tiger dad per se. If anything, I try to not do that, but I get anxious while I'm trying to be relaxed about raising my kids.

I'm claustrophobic. I can't go into haunted houses. They have these tight, dark, enclosed space. I freak out. That's my phobia. It gets me out of stuff. Someone asks me to do something and I tell them I can't because I'm claustrophobic.

I felt tight from the beginning of the match to the end. I couldn't relax.

I'm afraid... that when I see her, I'll want to keep living. I'm afraid... - Yuu

Worry is itself an illness, since worry is an accusation against Divine Wisdom, a criticism of Divine Mercy.

We embody our worries. When stress is the basic state of mind, even good things stress us out.

As to whether the depression will come back, it is every depressive's fear.

I am terrified she will give up on me, that this thing will drive her away. Every depressive has that fear. Why would anyone want us? We don't even want ourselves. Sometimes, we try to drive the people who love us away. Not because we don't want them with us, but because we cannot bear for them to see what we have become.

There is nothing to fear except the power you give to your own demons.

Fear is a response to external danger; anxiety to dangers emanating from the internal world.

I still had to invent and write a great philosophic work, which I had begun a year before, and which was called, "The Tower of Babel." I had already written five hundred pages of it, and I was still only on the Prologue! At this period my sexual anxiety disappeared almost completely, and the philosophic theories of my book took up all the room in my psychic activity.

I'm afraid of an extra face in the mirror and sudden nights with voices, the deep certainty of things. (from Parca )

Each day befriend a single fear, and the miscellaneous terrors of being human will never join together to form such a morass of vague anxiety that it rules your life from the shadows of the unconscious. We learn to fly not by being fearless, but by the daily practice of courage.

Why worry about something that isn't? Worrying about something that might happen is not a healthy pastime. A man's a fool to live his life under a shadow like that. Maybe that's how an ulcer begins. I

It was early, late, lockjaw hour.

Don't let it be anxiety; let that uncertainty generate excitement. If you can't make that switch you shouldn't be a writer, or an artist, or a fighter. You won't enjoy it.

Of all the hazards, fear is the worst.

Jesus's disciples have faith, but their worry proves the weakness of their faith. Great faith comes not by looking inward, to the believing self, but by looking upward, to God. By faith we stop thinking like pagans, filled with anxiety about food and clothing. Pagans, thinking like orphans, worry. Disciples, thinking like children, relax.

Motherhood makes you a dealer in death. No one tells you this beforehand. You will become obsessed with all the ways a person can go because while it might be easy to deal with the fact that you will one day die, it's not at all easy—totally unacceptable—to deal with the fact that one day your child will die. Do

I am fearful of romantic dinners, huge crowds, dusk - of normal things- afraid to be loved, the one thing I want most. Maybe it's because I don't think I deserve it because I am not that perfect little girl that I was supposed to be, well manicured and well groomed, because I have nervous breakdowns, and take pills, and keep moving on.

When kids make gross face, parents say, "One day your face is going to stick like that." I'm afraid that one day my panic's going to stick and it's going to be my entire life, every second, and there will be nothing else.

Most days it feels like I am watching a movie where the sound isn't in sync, the speed is all wrong. Either I'm moving too quickly and the world is dripping along, or the world is moving too quickly, cosmic, and I'm oozing like a slug barely able to pull my own weight. It's best if I keep moving because if I stopped and stood still people would see me shaking.

I am so close to the edge that I could vomit, so close that it would be easy to jump.