Quotes About Anxiety

It might have been." I was afraid of being of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

It might have been." I too was afraid of being rejected, and accepted for the wrong reasons.

Thus we are forced into a difficult choice: anxiety or depression. If we move forward, as our soul insists, we may be flooded with anxiety. If we do not move forward, we will suffer the depression, the pressing down of the soul's purpose. In such a difficult choice one must choose anxiety, for anxiety is at least the path of personal growth; depression is a stagnation and defeat of life.

What I cannot accept in myself, what I cannot handle in the complexity of the world, what I fear in you, often leads me to repress you if I can.

What we have become is typically an assemblage of defense mechanisms and anxiety-management systems generated by the adaptive needs that our fate-fueled biographies bring to us.

Anxiety is the price of the ticket to life: intrapsychic depression is the by-product of the refusal to climb aboard.

This archetypal drama is renewed every day, in every generation, in every institution, and in every decisive moment of personal life. Faced with such a choice, choose anxiety and ambiguity, for they are developmental, always, while depression is regressive. Anxiety is an elixir, and depression a sedative. The former keeps us on the edge of our life, and the latter in the sleep of childhood.

Anxiety is treated by a search for certainty. And certainty – wherever we think we've found it – will lead to dogma. And wherever we have dogma, in time, it leads to rigidity. And that rigidity ultimately leads to idolatry.

Thus we are forced into a difficult choice—anxiety and depression. If we move forward, as our soul insists, we ... In such difficult choice one must choose anxiety, for anxiety at least is a path of potential growth; depression is a stagnation and defeat of life.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

they were yung and easily freudened..

A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

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Norman Cousins said, "Death is not the enemy, living in constant fear of it is.

All drunks, particularly those who grew up in alcoholic homes, have that same sense of angst and trepidation, one that has no explainable origins. The fear is not necessarily self-centered, either. It's like watching someone point a revolver at his temple while he cocks and dry-fires the mechanism, over and over again, until the cylinder rotates a loaded chamber into firing position.

The wrong people always worry. The people who are the real problem never worry about anything.

Psychoneurotic anxiety and agitated depression coupled with an ideational personality produce a combination that is like being boiled alive.

Don't borrow trouble.

drug and alcohol addiction are joined at the hip with clinical depression and psychoneurotic anxiety.

Many people do not understand that drug and alcohol addiction are joined at the hip with clinical depression and psychoneurotic anxiety. The combination of the two is devastating. An outsider has no comprehension of the misery that a clinically depressed person carries. The pain is like dealing with an infected gland. One touch and the entire system tries to shut down, because the next stop might be the garden of Gethsemane.

The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.

He buried money in distant hotel rooms, carried tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, around in a suitcase; he kept wads of cashier's checks in his wallet. He always had a back door, a quick exit, a way of getting out, because behind the boarded-up windows of his life, the Godfather's fear of having nothing was overwhelming in its ability to swallow him whole and send him into a series of wild behaviors.

I'm gonna barf, I whispered to Fang,wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. You'll be fine, he whipered back. You always are. I'm gonna die, I moaned. You can't die, he said a hint of a smile in his voice.You're the indesructible Max.

Don't be afraid." "I hear voices," Iggy said. "Be very afraid.