Quotes About Anxiety

Today was very full, but the problem isn't today. It's tomorrow. I'd be able to recover from today if it weren't for tomorrow. There should be extra days, buffer days, between the real days.

Worry is impatience for the next horror.

Horror is terror that stayed the night.

When the worst comes to pass, the first feeling is relief.

Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. "You're a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.

it was not going she dreaded—only leaving.

I do not like children. I do not know how to speak to them. They frightened and confused me when I was a child myself, and they frighten and confuse me now that I am an adult.

Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad' " is one of the scariest stories I have ever read,

Dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Ratcliffe's friends did not know what to make of his sponsorship of me, but he said something about archaeology and museums, and they fell over themselves in their anxiety not to hear anything more. When none of them were watching, Ratcliffe winked at me.

All stiff and icy and prickly, like she wasn't scared half out of her mind.

I dreamed about her long, snaky body and about her deep, drawling voice. The voice was the worst. I'd wake up at the ninth or tenth hour of the night, my heart banging in my chest, and I'd lie there holding my breath in case she called my name again.

I felt like an old bone being worried by three dogs, like sooner or later one of them was going to pull too hard, and I was just going to snap in half. The Money Dog, the Fever Dog, and the Dreams Dog I called them, and I didn't know which of them I should be scared of most. They all three had teeth like alligators.

She felt a moment of anxiety as she contemplated all the things that could go wrong, but her anger was too great for her to back down. And anyway, she knew exactly what would happen. As soon as she was out of the door, he'd call his mother.

Telling Grace not to worry was like asking a fish not to swim

No one had ever told her that it was possible to be an adult and still feel as terrified as a child.

Fear's useless. Either something bad happens or it doesn't: If it doesn't, you've wasted time being afraid, and if it does, you've wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your weapons.

I am examining the inaccurate claiming of "abuse" as a substitute for problem-solving. I make plain how this deflection of responsibility produces unnecessary separation and perpetuates anxiety while producing cruelty, shunning, undeserved punishment, incarceration, and occupation.

Behind every bad law, a deep fear.

That, to me, is the quintessential experience of living in the United States: constantly worrying whether or not the country is about to fall apart.

She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.

His throat bulges queerly, as men's throats do: as if inviting the blow that will crush it.

They had no idea how decency, loyalty, courage, how it all shrivelled away when one was frightened.

We have an original anxiety that stems from feeling we're missing something, that there's more to life, that we need to know where and how we connect with life. But to sit with our true selves causes another anxiety, a lonely, exposed anxiety. Then, if we flee this sitting with ourselves, we encounter the anxiety of, well, knowing that we're fleeing ourselves and truth. It's

To be anxious wasn't shameful, it was a high calling. It was to be . . . more receptive to the true nature of things than everyone else. It was to be the person who saw with sharper eyes and felt with more active skin.