Quotes About Anxiety

Getting hit in the eye is scary thing, not like a tooth or finger. You get hit in the eye, you only got two of those.

One time I was performing so hard that I chipped my tooth on the microphone. For the rest of the show I was afraid to smile because I wasn't sure how much of my tooth was gone.

I think that for some time now I have been living with an anxiety which has had no tangible cause. It has been like having a toothache, without the conscientious dentist having been able to find anything wrong with the tooth or with the person as a whole.

You reach the top of the heap, but it's a circle, and you slip on the down side, maybe for years. You get scared.

I find myself asking questions that as a filmmaker I never thought I would ask. Like I get a call from a magazine for a feature and my first question is, 'Cover or not?' Interview invite from a leading channel? I have stopped asking the topic. I'm just like 'Primetime or not?' If I am invited and put in the second row, I can be distraught for days!

I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.

I don't think us going out in the crowd would be a good idea. I think that we'd be torn apart limb from limb.

One of my fears would be getting torn apart by a great white shark. I love the ocean, but I always have this deep fear of getting torn apart by a great whitey.

A lot of my close friends are musicians and are consumed by the idea of death; their heads are like a torture chamber. I'm not like that - I don't have death anxiety and I don't think about it all the time.

I have this system. I torture my husband and everyone around me with my nerves and anxiety. Then, when I get on stage, the fear is gone. I've exhausted myself. It just dissipates.

White America is tortured by black America's failure to thrive, and all that guilt and anxiety has only gotten worse as a substantial quota of white America loses its own footing in the middle class and plunges into the rough country of joblessness, hopelessness, and government dependency.

I'd gone from being this art student messing about with music to this girl with a record deal, magazine front covers and all this hype. In many ways, it was everything I ever wanted, but when it happened all I felt was total, paralysing fear.

It's almost like the better I do, the more my feeling of inadequacy actually increases, because I'm just going, 'Any moment, someone's going to find out I'm a total fraud, and that I don't deserve any of what I've achieved. I can't possibly live up to what everyone thinks I am and what everyone's expectations of me are.'

I'm usually convinced that what I'm working on is a total disaster.

I'm totally an anxious mess all the time. There's a constant dialogue going on in my brain, and it's just reminding me of all the failures that I have had, and all of the things I need to do, and all of the things I'm not doing good enough.

It's totally different. I usually don't tell people about the Pleased if they know me from the harp. And if they are there to see the Pleased, I usually don't tell them about the harp. I am nervous that these people will expect something similar.

I don't know any kid that's not afraid at some point going to bed with the lights off, totally. That's why they make nightlights.

I'm a bad interview because I want to always feel like I'm being totally honest, but at the same time, I'm absolutely paranoid. That combination results in a lot of spaces.

All that human energy, wasted, in response to the simple fact that we know we are going to die, and we don't know what happens after, and we're afraid that this life is all there is.

Paranoia might leave you loveless and alone, Raoul once said, but it'll keep you alive. Paranoia is your best friend.

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside. It also feeds on human time

Manchmal blubbert es, und du denkst, gleich machst du dir in den Schlüpper, doch dann ist es nur Aftersausen?" - Gerlinde

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside.

terror, de modo que ninguna de las dos