Quotes About Anxiety

Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.

La puerta se abrirá lentamente y veré lo que hay detrás de la puerta. Es el porvenir. La puerta del porvenir va a abrirse. Lentamente. Implacablemente. Estoy sobre el umbral. No hay más que esta puerta y lo que acecha detrás. Tengo miedo. Y no puedo llamar a nadie en mi auxilio. Tengo miedo.

Já se passaram três anos? [...] A rapidez com que os anos se passaram era angustiante. Quantas vezes ainda teria três anos para viver?

Sei que hei-de fazer um movimento. A porta abrir-se-á e poderei ver o que está para além dela. É o futuro. A porta do futuro vai abrir-se. Lentamente. Implacavelmente. Estou no limiar. Existe somente uma porta e o que me espia por trás. Tenho medo. E não posso chamar ninguém por socorro. Tenho medo.

Pienso en el cuento de Poe: los muros de hierro que se acercan, y el péndulo en forma de cuchillo que oscila por encima de mi corazón. En ciertos momentos se detiene, pero jamás se eleva. No está más que a algunos centímetros de mi piel.

C'est en grande partie l'angoisse d'être femme qui ronge le corps féminin.

I take sleeping-pills, but in vain; for I dream. Often in my dream I faint with distress.

Une porte fermé, quelque chose qui guette derrière. Elle ne s'ouvrira pas si je ne bouge pas. Ne pas bouger; jamais. Arrêter le temps et la vie. Mais je sais que je bougerai. La porte s'ouvrira lentement et je verrai ce qu'il y a derrière la porte. C'est l'avenir. La porte de l'avenir va s'ouvrir. Lentement. Implacablement. Je suis sur le seuil. Il n'y a que cette porte et ce qui guette derrière. J'ai peur. Et je ne peux appeler personne au secours. J'ai peur.

We are living through a period bereft of a future. Waiting for that which is to come is no longer a matter of hope, but of anguish.

a huddle of robot sheep bleating their terror with mechanical lungs of a hundred horsepower.

For the first time in America, except during the Civil War and the World War, people were afraid to say whatever came to their tongues.

Every moment everyone felt fear, nameless and omnipresent. They were as jumpy as men in a plague district. Any sudden sound, any unexplained footstep, any unfamiliar script on an envelope, made them startle; and for months they never felt secure enough to let themselves go, in complete sleep. And with the coming of fear went out their pride.

Manhattan peasants. Kind people, industrious people, generous to their aged, eager to find any desperate cure for the sickness of worry over losing the job. Most facile material for any rabble-rouser.

Worrying is like praying for something bad to happen.

The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present. CHUANG TZU

The function of suspense is to put the reader in danger of an overfull bladder.

Tension produces instantaneous anxiety, and the reader finds it delicious.

Really, it was difficult to determine which I had most reason to fear—dogs, alligators or men!

Oh God. I'm losing it. Everyone knows this is how criminals get caught. They add too many details and trip themselves up.

Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.

You have no idea how many people there are in the world until you start getting freaked out by them.

Sometimes I worry my ideas might dry up', he says, an odd tone to his voice. 'I'm not sure who I'd be without them. Sometimes I think I'm really just an empty vessel floating about, downloading ideas and not much else.

I never used to be scared. But over the last few years, I've gradually got more and more nervous. I know it's completely irrational.

And I can't sigh or roll my eyes or exclaim, "I'm so stressed!" because they, I now realize, are things you do when you're not really worried. When you're really worried, you go silent and pick at your fingernails and forget to put your lipstick on.