Quotes About Anxiety

I'm scared all the time, " she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't, " Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.

I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible.

Cómo escapar de esta espantosa esclavitud de noche, tinieblas y terrores?

doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.

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have a dim half remembrance of long, anxious times of waiting and fearing, darkness in which there was not even the pain of hope to make present distress more poignant.

No debe estar solo; porque estar solo es estar lleno de miedos y temores.

This morning I slept late after the fatigues of yesterday...I feel strangely sad and low-spirited to-day. I suppose it is the reaction from the terrible excitement...I didn't feel sleepy, and I did feel full of devouring anxiety...it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.

Despite the darkness and the rhythmic trotting of the huge four-legged brick pulling the coach, Cole had failed to relax enough to sleep.

Rollan didn't like when his horse had to walk near a drop-off, as they were now. He was allergic to the whole falling thing.

Punishment always has "fallout." That is you may punish a behaviour you didn't intend to decrease, or you may promote aggression because of missed associations. Your dog may become distrustful of you. Punishment can contribute to arousal and anxiety levels, pushing them ever higher.

When conflict is inescapable and it has been learned that making a wrong decision can have severe emotionally or physically painful consequences, then we have the makings of stress, anxiety, and aggression.

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there... is... no... key.

People are afraid to merge.

suddenly I'm seized by a minor anxiety attack. There are too many fucking movies to choose from.

Fear never shows up and the party ends early.

I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I'm positive we won't get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.

People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.

I'm having a sort of hard time paying attention because my automated teller has started speaking to me, sometimes actually leaving weird messages on the screen, in green lettering, like "Cause a Terrible Scene at Sotheby's" or "Kill the President" or "Feed Me a Stray Cat," and I was freaked out by the park bench that followed me for six blocks last Monday evening and it too spoke to me. Disintegration—I'm taking it in stride.

You don't think it's"– and now she looks around the restaurant before leaning in, whispering–"AIDS?" "Oh no, nothing like that," I say, though immediately I wish I had paused long enough before answering to scare her. "Just . . . general . . . brain"—I bite the tip off an herbed breadstick and shrug—"injuries.

Siempre existe la posibilidad de que ocurra algo aterrador, y normalmente ocurre.

You seem happy. I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.

I kiss her on the mouth. She looks around nervously. I watch her reflection in the BMW. What's wrong? I ask. Not here, she says, but as if not here is the promise of somewhere better.