Quotes About Anxiety

When it was time to meet a chimpanzee, I got very, very anxious because they have the strength of ten men, so I hear.

People ask me all the time, 'What keeps you up at night?' And I say, 'Spicy Mexican food, weapons of mass destruction, and cyber attacks.'

The most terrifying thing in the world was having to give a speech at my girlfriend's wedding. I was physically shaking and sweating the entire time.

People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.

Raquel Welch is someone I can also live without. We've got some love scenes together and I am dreading them!

My worst image of myself is me sitting on a bed, smoking a cigarette, waiting for a phone call and thinking thoughts that don't join together.

Butterflies were all very pretty in a meadow. They were altogether less comfortable in her stomach.

I have a feeling that there is something you will not tell me . . . something that worries you.

It was dread. A dread of going back into that other, long-dead life—or what he had thought was long-dead.

She hoped he would come today. She dreaded the thought of having to go through all this again tomorrow.

The trouble is that I have grown accustomed to worrying about you.

She longed for it and dreaded it.

She had had that helpless feeling again, the one that had had her tossing and turning all night, sleepless spells intermingled with troubled dreams.

So little time. And all the pain looming ahead again.

There was no conscious thought in her mind, no idea of what she would do if she could reach him in time.

What was she to do? There seemed to be precious little she could do. She turned back to the ballroom in some dread.

Of course she wished to go. How dreadful it would be not to be there but to be wondering every moment what was happening, imagining with whom he was walking and talking.

You aren't worried about tomorrow, are you?" "What do you think?" He propped himself up on his elbows and studied my face. "You told me last spring it was the easiest thing in the whole wide world. You could hardly wait to jump. Why, even when you got sick you worried you'd die without having a chance to do it." "I must have been a raving lunatic," I muttered.

SHE WAS MEETING a man she had recently and abruptly fallen in love with. She was in a state of ghastly anxiety. He was married, for one thing, to a Korean woman whom he described as the embodiment of all that was feminine and elegant. Not only that, but a psychic had told her that a relationship with him could cripple her emotionally for the rest of her life. On top of this, she was tormented by the feeling that she looked inadequate.

The two more useless words in the English language - Don't worry.

Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had thrown at her over and over seven years ago.....Where are the Children?

Which ensures that life gets lived in miniature. In lieu of the large feelings—sorrow, fury, joy—I had their junior counterparts—anxiety, irritation, excitement. But

The practiced liar also projects her own manipulative, double-dealing facade onto everyone she meets, which makes moving through the world a wary, anxious enterprise. It's hard enough to see what's going on without forcing yourself to look through the wool you've pulled over your own eyes.

But it's a neurological fact that the scared self holds on while the reasoned one lets go.