Quotes About Anxiety

Questions swirled in my brain like terrified bait minnows in a bucket.

She was backing away from him now. Don't go, was his first panicked thought. Followed by: Hurry up.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

You're running out of tomorrows." Running out of tomorrows, I repeated to myself in my room, sprawling across my bed to begin another midnight marathon of homework. Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

My hand is whole, unblemished. It's still attached to my arm. It feels contaminated, though, and I have the strongest urge to wash my hands. I can control that urge, wash them later.

Aku takut, oke? Aku selalu takut. Setiap hari dalam hidupku, aku bangun dengan ketakutan. Aku bertanya-tanya, siapa yang akan menuntaskan misinya untuk memburuku hari ini.

Panic is a bad judge.

I never will have peace of mind. I'm not constructed that way. Some things in life can be horrible.

What if I have bad breath?' I asked. 'Chew on some gum,' she said. 'What if I can't find his tongue?' 'Back off on your tongue until you can feel his.' 'What if he throws up in my mouth?' 'Um, that would just be gross.

Is it the boiler room? Is this the part where we both fall asleep and Freddy comes after us? 'Cause I could so kick his ass.

Everything, you understand, will threaten the baby's life forever. Somehow you have to survive this.

But if you'd told him, wouldn't it confirm what you most wanted to hide? That there was something wrong with you? Not that you were crazy, maybe. You knew you weren't your mother. But what might happen once the baby was born? New mothers lost it all the time. Ordinary ones, who didn't carry what you carried.

Sometimes, merely voicing our fears out loud makes them less frightening.

It was only once I was in the car ... that the only two reasons I hadn't joined right in with the loon with the gray crew cut, beating my head and screaming "Fuck!" in primal syncopation, were (1) I'd be embarrassed and (2) I didn't want to get my cute vintage suit any dirtier than it already was. Performance anxiety and a dry-cleaning bill, those were the only things keeping me from stark raving lunacy.

Ce qui commence par : "Je me hâtais de déplaire exprès, par crainte de déplaire naturellement" (Mauriac) continue par : "Je me hâtais d'échouer exprès,par crainte d'échouer naturellement", et pourrait se terminer un jour par : "Je me hâtais de mourir exprès,par crainte de mourir naturellement" (une phrase d'excellent comique).

Lo único cierto era el peso en la boca del estómago la sospecha física de que algo no andaba bien, de que casi nunca había andando bien.

Tenés miedo; querés estar seguro. No sé de qué... Sos como un médico, no como un poeta.

Como a veces no puede dormir, en vez de contar corderitos contesta mentalmente la correspondencia atrasada, porque su mala conciencia tiene tanto insomnio como él.

Me acosté y no quise leer, capaz que hice mal porque no me venía el sueño y me pasaba lo de siempre a esa hora en que se pierde la voluntad y las ideas saltan de todos lados y parecen ciertas, todo lo que se piensa de golpe es cierto y casi siempre horrible y no hay manera de quitárselo de encima ni rezando.

As a rule, men worry more about what they can't see than about what they can.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that 1 yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Only Puerto Rican girl on the earth who wouldn't give up the ass for any reason. I can't, she said. I can't make any mistakes. ...Paloma was convinced that if she made any mistakes in the next two years, any mistakes at all, she would be stuck in that family of hers forever. That was her nightmare. Imagine if I don't get in anywhere, she said. You'd still have me, you tried to reassure her, but Paloma looked at you like the apocalypse would be preferable.

Perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.