Quotes About Anxiety

But I can't overstate God's promise: "Unload all your worries onto him, since he is looking after you" (1 Pet. 5:7 JB).

There is an antidote to our fears - trust. If we trust God more, we can fear less. What a comforting promise.

Here is what I think: our biggest fears are sprained ankles to God. Here is what else I think: a lot of people live with unnecessary anxiety over temporary limps.

With God as your helper, you will sleep better tonight and smile more tomorrow. You'll reframe the way you face your fears. You'll learn how to talk yourself off the ledge, view bad news through the lens of sovereignty, discern the lies of Satan, and tell yourself the truth. You will discover a life that is characterized by calm and will develop tools for facing the onslaughts of anxiety.

Perceived control creates calm. Lack of control gives birth to fear.

The burlap bag of worry. Cumbersome. Chunky. Unattractive. Scratchy. Hard to get a handle on. Irritating to carry and impossible to give away. No one wants your worries.

No one's fate is sealed. No one is unloved or unlovable. But Satan wants us to think we are. He wants to leave us in a swarm of anxious, negative thoughts.

Your anxiety decreases as your understanding of your father increases.

Anxiety is a meteor shower of what-ifs.

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one.

Harm to our necks, jaws, backs, and bowels. Anxiety can twist us into emotional pretzels. It can make our eyes twitch, blood pressure rise, heads ache, and armpits sweat.

To see the consequences of anxiety, just read about half the ailments in a medical textbook.

Anxiety weighs down the human heart" (Prov. 12:

Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything" (Phil. 4:5–6 NIV).

Tenham cuidado, para não sobrecarregar o coração de vocês de [...] ansiedades da vida" (Lucas 21:34).

Everything in us presses toward decision, even toward the wrong decision, just to be free of the anxiety that precedes any big step in life.

Sounds came to me dully, as if people were speaking through their handkerchiefs or with their hands over their mouths. Colors weren't true either, but rather a vague assortment of shaded pastels that indicated not so much color as faded familiarities. People's names escaped me and I began to worry over my sanity.

I never had the nerve to go up to him. I was quite afraid that if I tried to say, Hello, Reverend Thomas, I would choke on the sin of mocking him.

It could be fatal, but at least all anxiety would cease. Because of that, I often rushed towards holocausts with an abandon that caused observers to think of me as courageous. The truth was, I simply wanted an end to uncertainty.

she was brilliant and that only brilliant people worried about not being brilliant any longer.

alien to him, gripped him by the balls, freezing his insides. He rubbed at his chest in an effort to alleviate the discomfort and closed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the images the threat had invoked.

It's no way to live, in fear of living in case of pain

Needless to say, the fact that he actually spoke to me at all practically caused me to pass out. And then the fact that he was actually saying something that sounded like it might be a prelude to asking me out - well, I nearly threw up. I mean it. I felt really sick, but in a good way.

Actually, it's scary. Scarier than Freddy Kruger and Jason put together.