Quotes About Anxiety

Why do I think that you're going to be the death of me?

Love is a beautiful fear.

They were left to wait, cocooned in a vacuum of fear and doubt, of non-information and empty hope.

They are much more concerned about not doing the wrong thing than doing the right.

Macbeth as a whole is awash with questions, sometimes questions responded to by another question, which helps to generate an atmosphere of uncertainty, anxiety and paranoid suspicion.

Capitalism's] newly pugnacious posture, like most forms of aggression, sprang from deep anxiety. If the system became manic, it was because it was latently depressed. What drove this reorganisation above all was the sudden fade-out of the postwar boom.

You can't reason with a nightmare

LONG AFTER DARK ALEX WAS STILL WAITING. He worried that they might have hatched some new plan. A thousand different terrors ran through his mind as he waited. As the night wore on, there might have hatched some new plan. A thousand different terrors ran through his mind as he waited. As the night wore on, there was nothing he could do but wait.

Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.

Even our fears make us feel important, because we fear we might not be.

He felt that the darkness was full of unimaginable horrors - and the trouble with unimaginable horrors was that they were only too easy to imagine...

The four lesser apocalyptical horsemen of Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance, and Shouting took control of the room

When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they're getting worried that they won't like the truth.

Welcome to fear, said Moist to himself. It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong...But it might.

Overexcited? No! I'm getting very calmly worried that someone might shoot me!

There are things so horrible that even the dark is afraid of them. Most people don't know this and this is just as well because the world could not really operate if everyone stayed in bed with the blankets over their head, which is what would happen if people knew what horrors lay a shadow's width away.

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath ...

The brain works fast when it thinks it's about to be cut in half.

It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the kind of deliberate annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life. It was the kind of sound that suggested very pointedly that in some hypothetical hourglass somewhere, another few grains of sand had dropped out form under you.

Welcome to fear , Moist said to himself. It's hope, turned inside out.

The thought had crossed his mind, only very fast and looking nervously from side to side in case it got knocked over.

And he had so many nervous tics that they had to queue.

And this is because people are riddled by Doubt. It is the engine that drives them through their lives. It is the elastic band in the little model aeroplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up until it knots. Early morning is the worst time - there's that little moment of panic in case You have drifted away in the night and something else has moved in.