Quotes About Anxiety

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.

Being with Jody and Mark and Cal was beginning to weigh on my nerves, like a dull wooden block on the strings of a piano. I was afraid that at any moment my control would snap, and I would start babbling about how I couldn't read and couldn't write and how I must be just about the only person who had stayed awake for a solid month without dropping dead of exhaustion.

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 you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say 'Fine'.

As I paddled on, my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.

How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

Félek. Hogy mirÅ'l? Leginkább a meg nem élt élettÅ'l. Mi számít?

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad infinitely desolate avenue.

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

I hate it, find it hideous, loathsome. I have built it up to a devouring, malicious monster. I am letting it ruin my whole life. My reason is leaving me, and I want to get out of this.

I get a little frightened when I think of life slipping through my fingers like water…

I didn't really see why people should look at me

The feeling one must get up earlier and earlier to get ahead of the day, which by one o'clock is determined.

I get a little frightened when I think of life slipping through my fingers like water—so fast that I have little time to stop running.

I fought and fought to free myself as from the weight of a name that could be a baby or could be a malignant tumor; I knew not. I only feared.

I feel sick, this week, of having written nothing lately. The Novel got to be such a big idea, I got panicked.

miedo a triunfar y después, de algún modo, perderlo todo.

Tu mente es la mayor guionista de «culebrones» de la historia: se inventa relatos increíbles, generalmente basadas en dramas y desastres, de situaciones que jamás han ocurrido y probablemente nunca ocurrirán. Mark Twain lo dijo de la mejor forma: «He tenido miles de problemas en mi vida, la mayoría de los cuales nunca sucedieron en realidad».

He tenido miles de problemas en mi vida, la mayoría de los cuales nunca sucedieron en realidad».

It's a chore for a fellow to fear for his life more than once in an evening.

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

I have seen the eternal Footman snicker hold my coat, and snicker. And in short I was afraid...