Quotes About Anxiety

All people and all men are filled with a kind of premonition, and everyone whose vital organs are not paralyzed faces with shuddering expectation the approaching future which will utter the redeeming word.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.

Feeble folk are as easily reassured as they are frightened.

For all I know . . . my stomach clenched. She might be more desperate than she appeared, and could disappear just like Dad had. Then, in an instant, I'd never be able to be near her again.

My mother was afraid of the books I wrote, afraid of what she would discover if she read them.

I wrote out of sheer stubbornness and panic.

To be human is to live by sunlight and moonlight, with anxiety and delight, admitting limits and transcending them, falling down and rising up.

To be human is to live by sunlight and moonlight, with anxiety and delight, admitting limits and transcending them, falling down and rising up. To want a life with only half of these things in it is to want half a life, shutting the other half away where it will not interfere with one's bright fantasies of the way things ought to be.

Worry about tomorrow steals the joy from today.

No one understood, she thought, the horrible, insidious, snake-like fear which could run through one's body, sapping one's will to the point when one behaved foolishly simply because one could not think clearly.

But the rest of what I was doing is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is like spinning. I sit in a room of thirty people I don't know, and I pedal faster and faster to keep pace, but when I'm done, I haven't moved an inch.

She shifted in her chair, eyeing her front door with trepidation as she began to wonder if something might be wrong. What if he'd been hurt somewhere—if he'd been in an automobile accident or, more bizarre but nonetheless

So, is it harder to dream about what you don´t have than to live in fear of losing what you do?

By six-twenty she'd begun to fear that he had been tied up longer than expected. The switchboard was off; he couldn't get through if he tried.

The question is why one should be so inwardly preoccupied at all. Why not reach out to others in love and solidarity or peer into the natural world for some glimmer of understanding? Why retreat into anxious introspection when, as Emerson might have said, there is a vast world outside to explore? Why spend so much time working on oneself when there is so much real work to be done?

Fear is a rushing sound, like water, in my ears.

an impression of inescapable noise or acute disorder, a rush of adrenalin, sensations of alarm, a sense of unbalance or chaos, residual feeling of nausea and anxiety. These are the forms of bodily distress that occur when one's ingrained, taken-for-granted sense of how certain things are - and thus presumably will be and in some sense should be - is suddenly or insistently confronted by something very much at odds with it.

The future was something I had resolutely ignored. If didn't put my full attention to the day at hand, I was afraid that the impenetrable dark on the horizon would engulf me

worry hung over Rose like a thundercloud.

If there was ever a time when I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole,

Puffs of dust-scented air wafted around my ankles. The narrow wooden steps disappeared into yawning darkness, and even when I turned on the light, it wasn't particularly inviting. I hate basements—spiders and water bugs and the possibility of creepy, supernatural things lurking.

felt under the gun in the past

We are all mad at three in the morning

The obsession with sorcery in Charles's case reflected a rising belief in the occult and demonic. Times of anxiety nourish belief in conspiracies of evil, which in the 14th century were seen as the work of persons or groups with access to diabolical aid.