Quotes About Anxiety

The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.

But now he felt as if the whole world were tipping backwards over his head, and this, he couldn't help feeling, was a very worrying thing for the world to do.

What's that?" he yelped. "Don't worry," said Ford, "they haven't started yet." "Thank God for that," said Arthur, and relaxed. "It's probably just your house being knocked down

When I was young I used to have this nightmare about dying. I used to lie awake at night screaming. All my schoolfriends went to heaven or hell, and I was sent to Southend.

In fact, vertigo is explained by some not as the fear of falling, but as the temptation to jump!

Don't Panic.' It's the first helpful or intelligible thing anybody's said to me all day.

in most cases, however, the terror was extremely short-lived, as was the person experiencing the terror.

The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried

When you're young, and just emerging from the four walls of home into the wide world outside, that's exactly when you feel so small, like Arthur Dent, all alone in the universe. That's when you act as wildly two-headed as Zaphod. That's when you really need someone to say 'Don't Panic'. It's the perfect age to mutter a heartfelt 'Oh no, not again,' a phrase so much wiser than today's 'Whatever'.

One of those nasty hushes had descended on the place, a sort of missile crisis sort of hush. Even

quattro persone che vi si trovavano a bordo si sentivano abbastanza inquiete, adesso che sapevano di essersi trovate insieme non di loro propria volontà, o per semplice coincidenza, ma per qualche incomprensibile bizzarria della fisica, quasi che i rapporti fra le persone fossero soggetti alle stesse leggi che governano i rapporti tra gli atomi e le molecole.

As you grow older, it becomes harder to feel 100 percent happy; you learn all the things that can go wrong, you become superstitious about tempting fate, about bringing disaster upon your life by accidentally feeling too good one day.

Personality is a slot machine, and the cherries, lemons, and bells are your SSRI system, your schizophrenic tendency, your left/right brain lobalization, your anxiety proclivity, your wiring glitches, your place on the autistic and OCD spectrums - and to these we must add the deep-level influences of the machines and systems of intelligence that guided your brain into maturity.

You know how sometimes after an afternoon nap you wake up with the shakes or anxiety? That's what happened to me. I couldn't remember who I was or where I was or what time of year it was or anything. All I knew was that I was. I felt so wide open, so vulnerable, like a great big field that's just been harvested.

It had been drilled into us that to feel fear is to not fully trust God. Whoever made that up has never been beneath a cafeteria table with a tiny thread of someone else's blood trickling onto their leg.

The whole city was on the verge of panic.

News of the murder had her all in a tizzy.

Thus upon mine restful couch I lie, Bathed with the dews of night, unvisited By dreams--ah me!--for in the place of sleep Stands Fear as my familiar, and repels The soft repose that would mine eyelids seal.

It is not work that kills, but worry

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea....

Fear, what a strange thing fear was...

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion - to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear - nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you - It is poisonous - a miasma.

Because this is just what a nightmare is. Walking about among people you know, looking in their faces- and suddenly the faces change- and it's not someone you know any longer- it's a stranger- a cruel stranger.