Quotes About Anxiety

My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.

My nose was running, I couldn't see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.

Have you lost your mind?" "No. It got scared and ran away.

I . . . I think I wet myself," he whispered.

But I didn't lose it and run screaming across the yard, although I don't get any points for that considering that my knees had just locked and I couldn't seem to move.

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.

Panic leads to disaster – Reed Dalton

There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.

There are only really two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

I had a sudden dismal view of my future, of being led around and asked incessantly, like one of those Verizon commercials, Do you feel sick now?

The unknown is a vast, paralyzing limbo.

You will most certainly scream. I promise you that.

Caveat: what you fear most will destroy you.

I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo. I'd like to tell you that the monster under the bed is rarely as bad as your fear of it, but in my experience it's almost always worse.

Now that I'm a little over the edge anyway, I can admit something: My whole life, I've secretly been afraid that beneath my fiercely focused grooming and accessorizing, I'm, well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ psychotic.

as jittery as a caffeine addict outside a closed Starbucks.

There's something pitiable and terrifying about the unconscious bully. His crumpled nose and hat. ... This is the first true thing that Brauser and I have ever shared, this fear, besides dog-eared songbooks and cafeteria noodles. I wonder, briefly, if I could eat Brauser if it came to that. At this point, we have been alone on the glacier for fourteen minutes.

If they heard Death mounting the stairs at night, footsteps that the teenage Beverly swore she could feel vibrating through the floorboards at three a.m., nobody mentioned this intrusion at breakfast.

I blinked down at a little blond child and then saw that my two hands were shaking violently, soundlessly, like old friends wishing not to burden me with their troubles.

She used to suffer these intense bouts of homesickness in her own bedroom. When she was very small, she would wake up tearing at her bedspread and shrieking, "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" Which was distressing to all of us, of course, because she was home.

No amount of regret can change the past. No amount of anxiety can change the future.

Death isn't the problem. Fear is. And fear is something we create." Julia Assante, The Last Frontier: Exploring the Afterlife and Transforming Our Fear