Quotes About Anxiety

Arriving half-drunk in a foreign place is hard on the nerves. You have a feeling that something is wrong, that you can't get a grip.

Well, he said. I hope to God I never make forty -- I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

Once they let you get away with running around for ten years like a king hoodlum, you tend to forget now and then that about half the people you meet live from one day to the next in a state of such fear and uncertainty that about half the time they honestly doubt their own sanity.

Mother of babbling god!" I muttered. The word "deadline" caused my brain to seize up momentarily. Deadline? Yes. Tomorrow morning, about 15 more hours… .

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worse fears can come true at any moment.

Historical figures lose their center when they become anxious over the outcome of their actions.

Worry is a dividend paid to disaster before it is due.

Hm,' said Bond. 'Bogeyman stuff.

When I get on an aircraft all I can see outside is wing.' The American next to her had said, 'Listen, Ma'am, you go right on seeing that wing. Start worrying when you can't see it any longer.

Fantasy also helps your mind to shut down, an important component of the female orgasm. A recent study in which male and female brains were scanned during sexual arousal revealed that women virtually fall into a 'trance' during orgasm and that this brain "deactivity" is necessary for a female to orgasm. A big part of female arousal, much more so than of male arousal, seems to be deep relaxation and a lack of anxiety. Fantasy helps that happen. Says

At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.

She was like a bride-to-be who begins to feel her sickening qualms as the day approaches, and dares not speak her mind because so many preparations have been made on her behalf the happiness and convenience of so many good people would be put at risk.

How do you feel?' Scared,' she said. 'Really scared.' But you don't look it.' I feel I'm shivering inside.

She would have called after him but for the dread of being ignored.

These names mean nothing to Perowne. But he understands how eminent poets, like senior consultants, live in a watchful, jealous world in which reputations are edgily tended and a man can be brought low by status anxiety. Poets, or at least this poet, are as earthbound as the rest.

No one can predict which of life's vexations insomnia will favour.

She could have phoned one of three friends, but she could not bear to hear herself explain her situation and make it irreversibly real.

She was not in pain, not yet, but she was retreating before its threat.

She resented the way she was listening out for him, her attention poised, holding its breath, for the creak of the door or a floorboard. Wanting it, dreading it.

In her uncomfortable position, his mother cocked her head on one side as she prepared to listen. It was a habit Stephen himself had adopted. He could see their faces, the lined expressions of tenderness and anxiety. It was the aging, the essential selves enduring while the bodies withered away. He felt the urgency of contracting time, of unfinished business. There were conversations he had not yet had with them and for which he had always thought there would be time.

But what troubled her was unutterable, and she could barely frame it for herself. Where he merely suffered conventional first-night nerves, she experienced a visceral dread, a helpless disgust as palpable as seasickness.

One school of thought says that the best way to handle an issue like this is exposure therapy, Mad Rogan said. For example, if you're terrified of snakes, repeated handling of them will cure it. Aha. I'm not handling your snake.

Kate leaned back against her chair. Where is the bane of my existence? In the shower, freshening up. Oh, God, who did Asciano screw now? No, no, he's covered in blood. Oh good. She sighed and stopped. The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.

Are you happy? When I can get out of my own way. And the rest of the time? The rest of the time I'm in a state of silent panic. I'm afraid it will end. I'll lose him. Lose everything. I've done that. Lost everything. It's a bitch.