Quotes About Anxiety

If you want," he told her, "the dog'll go." "I want." "The dog really scares you that much?" She held out her hand, tried to hold it steady but couldn't. "No, I always shake like this.

Mol, it's not probably nothing if they fucking want you to go to Germany." She winced, and he turned to the people-mostly women- who were filling most of those waiting room seat. "Excuse me. This doctor thinks my wife, whom I love more than life, has breast cancer, so I'm going to say fuck probably about ten more times. Is that okay with all of you?

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Suzanne Collins

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath, and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me. Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me. It's Primrose Everdeen.

Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.

It's time for the drawing. Effie Trinket says as she always does, "Ladies first!" and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. She reaches in, digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not me, that it's not me, that it's not me.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

Deberías despertarme -le digo, porque yo interrumpo su sueño dos o tres veces cuando tengo una noche mala hasta que logra calmarme de nuevo. -No hace falta, mis pesadillas suelen ser sobre perderte, así que se me pasa cuando me doy cuenta de que estás a mi lado.

Panic begins to set in. I can't stay here. Flight is essential… But I can't let my fear show.

Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?

I have to admit I didn't see it coming. I saw a multitude of other things. Being publicly humiliated, tortured, and executed. Fleeing through the wilderness, pursued by Peacekeepers and hovercraft. Marriage to Peeta with our children forced into the arena. But never that I myself would have to be a player in the Games again.

it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

Yeah, we know. Tick, tock. Nuts is in shock,

Tenemos que bromear sobre el tema, porque la alternativa es morirse de miedo.

speeding in to blow us out of the sky? As we travel over District 12, I watch anxiously for signs of an attack, but nothing pursues us. After several minutes, when I hear an exchange between Plutarch and the pilot confirming that the airspace is clear, I begin to

I wasn't going to tell you until after the Hunger Games . . ." She fell silent. "But now you have to," he said. "Or, I'll imagine the worst things possible. Please, just tell me.

He doesn't like to sleep when it's dark out.