Quotes About Anxiety

The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith, and the beginning of true faith is the end of anxiety. George Mueller

everlasting Father who cares for you today will take care of you tomorrow and every day. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you His unwavering strength that you may bear it. Be at peace, then, and set aside all anxious thoughts and worries. Francis de Sales

The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith, and the beginning of true faith is the end of anxiety.

Talk to God about whatever may be pressuring you and then commit the entire matter into his hands. Do this so that you will be free from the confusion, conflicts and cares that fill the world today.

Though I'd never admit it aloud, the thought of living forever without a friend in the world frightened me.

The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old.

Hope and fear are inseparable. There is no hope without fear, nor any fear without hope.

Hope and fear are inseparable.

Where fear is present, wisdom cannot be.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

It's never too soon to worry. Worry spurs preparation.

When he started to renew his protest, she held up a hand. "What are you more afraid of: them or me with low blood sugar?

Eril-Fane let out a slow breath. "Were you afraid of the dark as a child?" A chill snaked up Lazlo's spine. He thought again of the crypt at the abbey, and the nights locked in with dead monks. "Yes," he said simply. "Even when you knew, rationally, that there was nothing in it that could harm you." "Yes." "Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.

Nerves," Mik told Karou. "Bad?" "Terrible." Stepping up behind Zuzana, he bent down to enfold her in a spoon-hug. "Ferociously, dreadfully awful. She's unbearable. You take her. I've had enough." Zuzana batted at him, then squealed as he buried his face in the curve of her throat and made exaggerated kissing noises.

She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and... cancel her.

Oh, Astrae, we have kept you too safe if it is us that you fear.

The hope at odds with the fear of hoping.

The scenario made her hyperaware of her powerlessness. If, some day, the door didn't open, she would be alone.

He had a trio of fears that sat in his gut like swallowed teeth, and when he was too quiet with his own thoughts, they'd grind together to gnaw at him from within.

How many days had passed in this way, living from nightmare to nightmare?

Sarai couldn't even remember what her own had been like, back before she had made of it the zoo of terrors it was now - her own mind a place she was afraid to be caught out in after dark.

My mind is a bad neighborhood that I try not to go into alone.

What is stronger, fear or hope?

A life spent defensively, worried, is a life wasted.