Quotes About Anxiety

One sure way to kill a dream, is to suffocate it with worry.

Secretly we fear ourselves, not the fear itself.

The lie detector didn't react to anything I said, but I wouldn't dare smile.

Sometimes my own darkness scares me.

The truth is that I'm more afraid of marriage than of death.

But the first lie in the series is the one you make with the greatest trepidation and the heaviest heart.

I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would come into the office and see us sitting there, two matching rejects in matching orange chairs.

When I read these words I saw at once a connection to my own work. Anything good that I have written has, at some point during its composition, left me feeling uneasy and afraid. It has seemed, for a moment at least, to put me at risk.

Never worry about what you are escaping from," he said. "Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping to.

You can't walk me to school," Tommy said. He came into the kitchen, sat down before his plate, and stared at it, waiting for Sammy to pile it with eggs. "Mom, you can't possibly. I would die. I would absolutely die." "He would die," Sammy told Rosa. "Which would be very embarrassing for me," Rosa said. "Standing there next to a dead body in front of William Floyd Junior High.

I don't look stoned?" My heart began to pound. The classic aim of a pothead is always to look perfectly straight—and if possible operate complicated machinery—while immense shrieking nebulae are coming asunder in his brain. To fail at this—to be found out—carries a mysterious burden of anxiety and shame. "How are my eyes?

Forget about what you are escaping from,' Ã¢â'¬Â he said, quoting an old maxim of Kornblum's. " Ã¢â'¬ËœReserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.' 

I had slipped into that familiar marijuana state which lies between happiness and utter panic, and my heart was pounding.

She could not help it. She had a catastrophic imagination; an air of imminent doom darkens much of even her sunniest work.

His heart smack[ed] against his ribs like a bumblebee at a window.

Instead he had become immured, by fear and its majordomo, habit...

So, what it's like, Terry? Being a father. ... It's like having a gun to your head all the time. Because I know if anything happens to her, anything, then my life is over.

The next ten minutes took ten hours.

agoraphobic lieutenant's

like the ghastly mouth in Edvard Munch's painting The Scream.

False fears are a plague, a modern plague!

Each person bears a fear which is special to him. One man fears a close space and another man fears drowning; each laughs at the other and calls him stupid. Thus fear is only a preference, to be counted the same as the preference for one woman or another, or mutton for pig, or cabbage for onion.

The nasty little apes that call themselves human beings can do nothing except run and hide.

In the eyes of all of them was the hollow stare of fear, and there was hollowness in their merriment, too.