Quotes About Anxiety

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same. Dustfinger

The worst fears are always underneath us, hidden, shaking the ground we wish to be firm and safe.

worrying him, and he seemed to look straight through her as if his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The foreboding in Meggie's heart grew, spreading black wings. 'Send him away, Mo!' she said

Manchmal denke ich, Angst ist die Ursache allen Unglücks

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

When in problem, or in doubt, run in cirles, scream and shout

Impatience, not fear, is the mind-killer.

A sense of purpose is a wonderful tonic for anxiety.

When we live by faith, we believe that God has everything under control. But if we start to worry, how we live says the opposite.

Worrying won't help it turn up any sooner. And look!" continued the giant. "If you waste your time worrying, how will you have a moment to see how beautiful the world is?

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

I've been wondering lately whether fear is necessary for survival, whether it sharpens the senses during storms of uncertainity. Or is it, as I suspect, merely another variant of weakness?

Plus, it made me nervous, because was this the time in my own life before I found someone to love and had a family and looked back longingly on my youthful freedom? Or was it the beginning of what my life would be like forever?

I thought how in the last few weeks, the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

I often messed up with people, it was true, but it rarely happened because I was reading them wrong; it was because I got nervous, or because I could see too clearly that I was not what they wanted. And, in fact, it was in falling short that I truly excelled.

In situations that make you nervous, do your best and proceed; others before you have also been nervous.

It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live without fear at his elbow, warning him, keeping him safe, keeping him frightened.

My balls crawl up my throat.

As the years drew on it was the fear of nothingness in her life that affected her.

Connie was absolutely afraid of the industrial masses. They seemed so weird to her. A life with utterly no beauty in it, no intuition, always "in the pit.

Quite frantically, he longed not to be.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.

And again the dread of the night came on him. He was a net-work of nerves, and when he was not braced up to work, and so full of energy: or when he was not listening-in, and so utterly neuter: then he was haunted by anxiety and a sense of dangerous, impending void. He was afraid. And Connie could keep the fear off him, if she would. But it was obvious she wouldn't, she wouldn't.

Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so scared of life!