Quotes About Anxiety

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears." Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices.

Pero en serio, ¿cómo se hace para dominar los nervios? No se hace nada. Simplemente te aguantas y al final se pasan.

It had given me a bad feeling, though I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared I wasn't going to find him, or scared of just what I might find.

Knowing that something bad is going to happen, whether you want it to or not, to the point that you just want it to happen so you can stop dreading it.

There." I'm not exactly sure where there is, but by the way he says it, I know it's not a place you'd want to be.

Now I was laughing. I was still scared, but it was somehow comforting to think that maybe stage fright was a trait [even my parents had]... "But seriously, how do you get over the jitters?" Dad was still smiling, but I could tell he had turned serious because he slowed down his speech. "You don't. You just work through it. You hang in there." So I went on.

But now? She didn't know what would happen next month. She didn't even know what would happen next week.

so let's hear another one of your irrational fears" "I'm scared of losing you" "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen

All intelligent men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they are frightened.

But seriously, how do you get over the jitters?" Dad was still smiling but I could tell he had turned serious because he slowed down his speech. "You don't. You just work through it. You just hang in there

Siedler: 'I remember talking to this young officer whose only concern was whether he would be shot or hanged. The noose, he

Mom perched on the edge of our sofa, her forehead etched with a line of concern I'd grown to know well. It was the same one she'd flashed at me when I pointed to the twisty slide, the same one she'd pulled out when I'd taken up Tae Kwon Do in third grade, and the same one that had frozen on her features all through driver's ed last spring. It was her SMother face.

The kind of late where the 99% effective warnings on the side of condom boxes flashed before my eyes as I white knuckled my way down the 405, silently screaming, why me? Why, oh why me? I'm a new millennium girl. I took copious notes in 6th grade Sex Ed.

At least he didn't have a gun." You know your day sucks when the high point is you haven't had a gun pointed at you.

How does fear become so powerful? We can't see it. We can't touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us. Sigh. I hate feeling afraid, and I hate, hate, HATE feeling out of control.

GUILT COULD NOT change the past. Worry could not change the future. And yet, both followed Baden with relentless determination

The closer we came to the warehouse, the more she talked about her brother. On and on she went. "He will kill you," she threatened. "Kyrin has killed more humans than any of our kind," she boasted. By the time we reached Dallas, I longed to cut off my ears and give them to anyone who would take them, just so I wouldn't have to hear another word about her brother.

Good evening, Empress Zanther. How are you feeling?" Zanther smiled faintly back. "I can sum it up in one word, my friend: stress.

I live between fearing doom and wishing for it.

Management positions always come with ulcers attached.

Let's not borrow trouble till it's actually here.

was the fear of death and everything that went with it in this place:

This is the right thing to do, I tell myself. But I don't believe it. This is another one of my mother's crazy ideas. I feel sick to my stomach. I want to pull my hand away, but I don't. I keep walking. Good Moose. Obedient Moose. I always do what I'm supposed to do.

To be interested in something is to be involved in what is essentially a stressful relationship with that thing, to suffer anxiety on its behalf.