Quotes About Anxiety

The fear of becoming a 'has-been' keeps some people from becoming anything.

Some people say that practice makes perfect but I just feel that the repetition works against me and I start thinking too far ahead during a show.

Some people play very, very well just so they won't get embarrassed.

I tend to be very relaxed on stage, but the nerves have to come out somehow.

I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.

My hands twitch as they tremble and every nerve and muscle in my body is frozen—numb.

The torture is in the anticipation – the unknown, the restless sleep, insuppressible urge.

do not fear the tanker but the fuel that is in the tanker

I was terrified of what might have happened to you, " I choked

She is afraid of divorce, which will free her, as she was not enough afraid of marriage, which trapped her.

The more you care, the more you fear.

You worry too much." "Because you worry not enough.

...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...

You were always the Harry to my Hermione, flushing away my erratic anxiety with the rudest sense of realism.

I was very afraid of failure because if you fail at something you love, then you ruin what you love.

He swallowed hard and looked deep into my eyes so intensely, I tried hard not to look away. I didn't want him to see how mildly scared of him I was. I touched the hand in his lap and he answered.

For me, there is only love and fear.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse.

Show me what you've written, " I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.

Sometimes you don't realize your fear of heights until you stand at the edge of the cliff, ready to jump.

One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can't help but think of the good times we're having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c'mon now honey.

Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creatures endures. A fear of time running out.

Happiness in a tablet. This is our world. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions are spent to advertise such drugs. And billions are spent purchasing them. You don't even need a specific trauma, just 'general depression' is enough, or anxiety, as if sadness is as treatable as the common cold.