Quotes About Anxiety

Indie sat there without speaking for moment, then shook her head. "It's no problem," she said. "The thought that you might need it just makes me a little bit nervous, that's all. I'll be okay." He went

Fears about artmaking fall into two families: fears about yourself and fears about your reception by others.

We infrequently contemplate the harms that await any new-born child—pain, disappointment, anxiety, grief, and death. For any given child we cannot predict what form these harms will take or how severe they will be, but we can be sure that at least some of them will occur. None of this befalls the nonexistent. Only existers suffer harm.

Contrary to popular belief, the experience of terror does not make you braver. Perhaps though, it is easier to hide your fear when you're afraid all the time.

This was a great year for preventive worrying. Seldom in recent history have so many people worried about so many things that didn't happen in the end.

The only thing that will make a souffle fall is if it knows you're afraid of it.

As long as we are worrying, we can't seek first the kingdom of God. As long as we are seeking first the kingdom of God, we can't worry.

I was nervous about the meeting, not

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said … that he had a lot of issues in his life, most of which never happened.

Thrown from my secure life, whether by chance or the Powers That Be, I was sitting on a skipping stone and it was fear, not confidence, that was increasing with the ripples of uncertainty. Mine had become a world without center.

Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?

This is spooky," Minho spoke quietly, "Alby hold my hand." "Dude chill.

Though he'd never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

Whoa," Thomas said, feeling bolder by the minute. "Slim it nice and calm there, old fella. You look three steps away from a heart attack.

I'm so scared of going crazy. I can already feel it happening. Things look weird, sound weird. Out of the blue I'll start thinking about stuff that doesn't make any sense. Sometimes the air around me feels... hard. I don't even know what that means, but it's scary. I'm definitely starting. The Flare's taking my brain to hell.

We're all going a little craz—" He stopped; he couldn't possibly say anything worse. "I mean …" "Just shut it," Newt said. "I know something's started in my head. I don't feel right. But you don't need to worry your buggin' panties off.

The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.

He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.

he was psyching himself up for what he had planned for that evening, convincing himself it was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. Plus, he was absolutely terrified and he didn't want the others to notice.

The anticipation of fighting was almost worse than the fear of it.

I've never been this scared before, dude. Not like this.

Thomas's mouth dried up—he'd seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

La oscuridad [...] parecía presionar en la ventana desde fuera, con promesas de que algo malo iba a llegar.

He didn't know how he'd make it through the next five minutes. Or the next hour. How could he possibly go through an entire day? Then sleep and start the whole thing all over again? Despair sucked at him, an empty, yawning void that threatened to pull him down into an awful abyss. A panic-laced craziness struck him. Suffusing it all, the pain.