Quotes About Anxiety

I suppose the mothers of most twelve-year-old boys live with the uneasy conviction that their sons are embarked upon a secret life of crime.

In my own experience, contacts with the big world outside the typewriter are puzzling and terrifying; I don't think I like reality very much. Principally, I don't understand people outside; people in books are sensible and reasonable, but outside there is no predicting what they will do.

Everything is worse," he said, looking at Eleanor, "if you think something is looking at you.

When I am afraid, I can see perfectly the sensible, beautiful not-afraid side of the world, I can see chairs and tables and windows staying the same, not affected in the least, and I can see things like the careful woven texture of the carpet, not even moving. But when I am afraid I no longer exist in any relation to these things. I suppose because things are not afraid.

Poor strangers, I said. They have so much to be afraid of.

Qué frío hace, pensó Eleanor infantilmente; nunca seré capaz de volver a dormir con todo este ruido surgiendo de mi cabeza; ¿cómo pueden los demás oír el ruido, si está saliendo de mi cabeza? Estoy desapareciendo centímetro a centímetro en esta casa, me estoy desmoronando cada vez un poco más porque todo este ruido me está desgajando; ¿por qué están asustados los demás?

losing her temper, which she did rarely because she was so afraid of being ineffectual

I think we are only afraid of ourselves," the doctor said slowly. "No," Luke said. "Of seeing ourselves clearly and without disguise." "Of knowing what we really want

People, the doctor said sadly, are always so anxious to get things out into the open where they can put a name to them, even a meaningless name, so long as it has something of a scientific ring.

don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

the sick voice inside her which whispered, Get away from here, get away.

God God," Eleanor said, flinging herself out of bed and across the room to stand shuddering in a corner, "God God—whose hand was I holding?

The minute the light changes, she told herself firmly; there's no sense. The light changed before she was ready and in the minute before she collected herself traffic turning the corner overwhelmed her and she shrank back against the curb. She looked longingly at the cigar store on the opposite corner, with her apartment house beyond; she wondered, How do people ever manage to get there, and knew that by wondering, by admitting a doubt, she was lost.

We had a good scare in our town when they broke out, because we were afraid pogroms would come next.

I shook so hard from fear that the couch moved from the wall.

I worried constantly. I felt that my son was chipping away at me. This small thing and then that small thing.

It is only the failure of my plots I fear.

Death is the number two fear that people have and public speaking is the first!

It's just easier not to be noticed. That way people don't expect things from you. There's no pressure, nothing to fear.

The clapping got louder. Sweat ran down my ribs from my armpits. This was a lot scarier than going into sudden-death overtime in a crowded arena.

Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity

Suffering comes from three quarters: from our own body, which is destined to decay and dissolution, and cannot even dispense with anxiety and pain as danger-signals; from the outer world, which can rage against us with the most powerful and pitiless forces of destruction; and finally from our relations with other men.

The weakling and the neurotic attached to his neurosis are not anxious to turn such a powerful searchlight upon the dark corners of their psychology.

It has long been our contention that ' dread of society [soziale Angsty is the essence of what is called conscience.