Quotes About Anxiety

I opened the door. Nonononono.

Susan Burke was silent for a few beats. Then: "My life is falling apart," she murmured. She was extremely pretty but so wary and nervous you didn't realize she was pretty until you looked hard at her.

streaking out

Se interrumpe, sé que está a punto de mentir. Es la peor sensación: cuando tienes que esperar y armarte de valor para la mentira.

This man might kill me.

Teeth chattering and my heartbeat thumping behind my eyeballs.

I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

After she found out Aurelie was a Negro, Mama became obsessed with the color of my skin, as if Aurelie's hidden blackness had been contagious and I might have caught a touch of it. Whenever she saw me, she stared at me with furrowed brow and complained that I was losing my bloom. To protect me from the sun, she gave me a parasol to carry when I went out with her, and a straw hat to wear in the convent garden. Still, she worried.

Life - hers and her family's - had become like a constantly twisting road and you never knew what fresh horrors might confront you around every bend; a road full of ruts and jolts. And sometimes you said you couldn't take any more jolts - but somehow you did. You took what came, and you took it with a stamina that you never imagined you possessed; but always you were tense, apprehensive, scared - wondering what was coming next.

What did we do today to frighten the world?

He'd described himself as looking like a child molester waiting for a chance to strike. He wasn't comfortable with his appearance.

fright tends to fatten up on ignorance

Putting things off or not finishing is behavior that many of us adopt to avoid uncomfortable feelings of pain, guilt, shame, anxiety, or fear. Procrastinators

En el fondo nos da vértigo desde el pozo mirar a la altura. En el fondo nos da cosa, hacernos traición. A mí por lo menos no me agrada ni siquiera la idea, de intentar sustituirte

That was when I started to worry about what was going to happen to me.

Governments often keep their populace in permanent states of vigilance or anxiety against foreign enemies as a control mechanism—the politics of fear.

Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.

now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together.

Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act.

Be Disloyal. It's your duty to the human race. The human race needs to survive and it's the loyal man who dies first from anxiety or a bullet or overwork. If you have to earn a living...and the price they make you pay is loyalty, be a double agent--and never let either of the two sides know your real name.

I was afraid of burglars and Indian thugs and snakes and fires and Jack the Ripper, when I should have been afraid of thirty years in a bank and a take-over bid and a premature retirement and the Deuil du Roy Albert.

I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

He had been frightened and so he had been vehement.

I'm afraid of the dark.' And his mother: 'Don't be silly. You know there's nothing to be afraid in the dark.' But he knew hte falsity of the reasoning; he knew how they taught also that there was nothing to fear in death, and how fearfully they avoided the idea of it.