Quotes About Anxiety

I stopped going out. Nothing could distract me. I felt like I was losing control. Something terrible was going to happen. Eventually something terrible did happen.

Something was beginning to make me feel panicky and bad again. Maybe it was to have been that lost, to lose sense, even a little bit . . .

I hope it doesn't matter. I have a terrifying feeling that it does.

I no longer wake up tired. I wake up tired and afraid.

I had trouble just walking out my door. Things are definitely deteriorating. Even reaching for the latch made me feel sick to my stomach.

I'm losing any sense of who he was, no name, no history, only the awful panic he felt, universal to us all.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you.

Her nerves licked her palms.

Eleven-year-old paranoia was powerful. Eleven-year-old relief was euphoric.

She waited for the suffocation of sleep.

I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.

and shivered like the future.

caughtoutedness. Some examples: People jumping out of alleys. Schoolteachers suddenly being aware of every sin you've ever committed. Police showing up at the door each time a leaf turns or a distant gate slams shut.

Innumerable confusions and a profound feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transitions. Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools—with yesterday's concepts.

La esperanza expande hacia fuera; el miedo encoge hacia dentro.

I look at other people and think, He lives without meds. She does. What is wrong with me? Am I so biochemically screwed up, so neurotic, so narcissistically self-absorbed that every hour is an obstacle course for me?

When you find yourself stressed, tense, and veering toward anxiety eating, take a time-out for just three breaths. Long, deep breaths.

to the extent that you're anxious about your weight and struggling against the desire to gorge on wickedly fattening food, you live on a battlefield.

Possibly I was overthinking this. I do that; it's the anxiety that comes with being a part-organic murderbot. The upside was paranoid attention to detail. The downside was also paranoid attention to detail.

You don't have problems, only a capacity for feeling anxious about them, which shifts and jostles but doesn't change.

I think I'm losing my bottle. I think I'm going tonto.

Now they were all moving to no effect-just moving, just switching things off and switching things on, just picking things up and putting things down and picking things up and stroking the cat and counting the mugs and fighting for air. It seemed that everything they did had already been done and done, and that everything they thought had already been thought and thought, and that this would never end. Excuse me said panic to each of them in turn. They had no mouth and they had to scream.