Quotes About Anxiety

Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

It was in my twenties that I felt old, that was when time was an abrasive wheel grinding me down. But it was not so much death I feared as insignificance.

He who has lost all hope has also lost all fear;

He who is without hope is also without fear. - On Psychology

Mesmo sem haver nenhum motivo especial, trazia em mim uma contínua e íntima preocupação, que me levava a ver e procurar perigos onde não havia. Isso amplia ao infinito a menor inquietação e me dificulta por completo o relacionamento com os seres humanos.

The anxieties of all of us, our worries, vexations, bothers, troubles, uneasy apprehensions and strenuous efforts are due, in perhaps the large majority of instances, to what other people will say;

It may not be dying we fear so much, but the diminished self.

Broyard concludes that "it may not be dying we fear so much, but the diminished self

On bad days the orange walls held hands and bent over him, inspecting him, like malevolent doctors, slowly, deliberately, squeezing the breath out of him and making him scream. Sometimes they receded of their own accord, and the room he lay in grew impossibly large, terrorizing him with the specter of his own insignificance. That too made him cry out.

I'm in dread of what would happen if she becomes too hard for me to care for," he said. "I try not to think too far ahead. I don't think about next year. It's too depressing. I just think about next week." It's the route people the world over take, and that is understandable. But it tends to backfire. Eventually, the crisis they dreaded arrived

My heart dropped.

and he couldn't endure the prospect of a longer operation.

By December of 1998, her blushing had become intolerable

A large part of the task is helping people negotiate the overwhelming anxiety—anxiety about death, anxiety about suffering, anxiety about loved ones, anxiety about finances," she explained. "There are many worries and real terrors." No one conversation can address them all. Arriving at an acceptance of one's mortality and a clear understanding of the limits and the possibilities of medicine is a process, not an epiphany.

As one surgeon told me, it is a rare but alarming thing to meet a surgeon without fear. "If you're not a little afraid when you operate," he said, "you're bound to do a patient a grave disservice.

But then I told him there was still one other possibility that I couldn't get out of my head: a necrotizing fasciitis.

it was clear that he still felt uneasy.

Then she asked a series of questions, targeting issues that tend to arise in patients with terminal illness. Did Cox have pain? How was her appetite, thirst, sleeping? Any trouble with confusion, anxiety, or restlessness? Had her shortness of breath grown worse? Was there chest pain or heart palpitations? Abdominal discomfort? Trouble with constipation or urination or walking?

feared that the autopsy would uncover an error.

Maybe that is all any bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave.

As the light wanes I see what I thought I was anxious to surrender I am only willing to lend

But fear and anxiety are not the same at all. One is an appropriate response to a real situation which I can accept and learn to work through just as I work through semi-blindness. But the other, anxiety, is an immobilizing yield to things that go bump in the night, a surrender to namelessness, formlessness, voicelessness, and silence.

I want to write down everything I know about being afraid, but I'd probably never have enough time to write anything else.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.