Quotes About Anxiety

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

Talking about my fears to others feeds it.

I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day, spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.

My skin is broken out from subconscious anxiety and tension, self-induced. Nothing is more difficult than lashing a vagrant mind suddenly into long self-imposed stints of concentration.

My heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

Doesn't your work interest you, Esther? You know, Esther, you've got the perfect setup of a true neurotic. You'll never get anywhere like that, you'll never get anywhere like that, you'll never get anywhere like that.

I am afraid of getting older...I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day — spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote.

I feel gawky and morbid as somebody in a sideshow.

I hate saying anything to a group of people. When I talk to a group of people I always have to single out one and talk to him,and all the while I am talking I feel the others are peering at me and taking unfair advantage. I also hate people to ask cheerfully how are you when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say Fine

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I'm stupid about executions.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say 'I'll go take a hot bath.

The black instrument on the hall table trilled its hysterical note over and over, like a nervous bird.

Maybe a mouse gets to thinking pretty early on how the whole world is run by these enormous feet. Well, from where I sit, I figure the world is run by one thing and this one thing only. Panic with a dog-face, devil-face, hag-face, whore-face, panic in capital letters with no face at all—it's the same Johnny Panic, awake or asleep.

I would find the words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.

A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.

I stepped on as many feet as I could because it took my mind off this enormous desire to puke that was ballooning up in front of me so fast I couldn't see round it.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then say 'I'll go take a hot bath'.

I'd always spoil what I did so nobody would ask me to do it again.

Cómo podría yo saber si algún día en la universidad, en Europa, en algún lugar, en cualquier lugar, la campana de cristal con sus asfixiantes distorsiones, no volvería a descender?

I hadn't slept for seven nights. My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour.