Quotes About Anxiety

Atque metum tantum concepit tunc mea mater. Ut pareret geminos, meque metumque simul.

For as Prometheus, (which interpreted, is, The Prudent Man,) was bound to the hill Caucasus, a place of large prospect, where, an Eagle feeding on his liver, devoured in the day, as much as was repaired in the night: So that man, which looks too far before him, in the care of future time, hath his heart all the day long, gnawed on by Fear of death, poverty, or other calamity; and has no repose, nor pause of his anxiety, but in sleep.

How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened. --

Principle is principle, of course, and terror on a gray morning is another thing.

The books and magazines streamed in. He could buy them all, they piled up around him and even while he read, the number of those still to be read disturbed him. … they stood in rows, weighing down his life like a possession which he did not succeed in subordinating to his personality.

What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

Like any lover, he desired to please; suffered agonies at the thought of failure.

Jaki? dystyngowany l?k, ?e swymi pytaniami sprowokowa? zbyt wielk? poufa?o?? i dowie si? czego?, co go nic nie obchodzi, krzy?owa?a si? w nim z ju? rozbudzon? ciekawo?ci? i uwag?, z pragnieniem, by si? z tych ust dowiedzie? czego? wi?cej.

Sorgenkind des Lebens

It is not speaking that breaks our silence, but the anxiety to be heard. The words of the proud man impose silence on all others, so that he alone may be heard. The humble man speaks only in order to be spoken to.

Now anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity. It is the fruit of unanswered questions. But questions cannot go unanswered unless they first be asked. And there is a far worse anxiety, a far worse insecurity, which comes from being afraid to ask the right questions – because they might turn out to have no answer. One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from huddling together in the pale light of an insufficient answer to a question we are afraid to ask.

Silence is not broken by speech, but by the anxiety to be heard.

When a hideous man becomes a father And a son is born to him In the middle of the night He trembles and lights a lamp And runs to look in anguish On that child's face To see whom he resembles.

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

It was the U.S.A., after all, and fear was in the air.

paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

He sat forlorn, feeling as if that most feared enemy of sleep had entered silently on a busy night, the one person whom you must come face to face with someday, who asks you, in the earshot of your oldest customers, to mix a cocktail whose name you have never heard.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

Oh dear, I sometimes think…whatever would I do if anything happened…But thinking's no good, is it, madam? Thinking won't help. When I find myself doing that, I say to myself, "come along, Ellen! Stop it this moment, my girl! Stop that silly thinking…!

But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted.... I am never, never calm, never for an instant.

Do you ever want to hide, to be completely hidden so that nobody knows where you are. Sometimes one has a dreadful feeling of exposure–it's intolerable. I mustn't say these things.

It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.

Unfairly, nature seems to have designed it so that the one person in the whole world who can best calm us down when we're terrified is unfortunately the same person who is terrifying us.