Quotes About Anxiety

There is nothing more fearful for the average person in our society than to stand before a group of people and speak.

That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another....

Jeff wished he were a computer himself. It sounded so calm and certain. He, as usual, was terrified.

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

The lens of fear magnifies the size of uncertainty.

Sometimes at night I worry about TAMMY. I worry that she might get tired of it all. Tired of running at sixty-six terahertz, tired of all those processing cycles, every second of every hour of every day. I worry that one of these cycles she might just halt her own subroutine and commit software suicide. And then I would have to do an error report, and I don't know how I would even begin to explain that to Microsoft.

I don't know what I would do without you. I don't know what I will do without you. I learned about the future tense, how anxiety is encoded into our sentences, our conditionals, our thoughts, how worry is encoded into language itself, into grammar.

She brings seven pairs of underwear, two pairs of shoes. She brings an anxious disposition.

Everyone had clearly spent far too long perfecting their appearance. I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgment of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety.

jittery, neurotic parents don't need any more false scares to piss their pants over. They're already raising their twatty little offspring like mollycoddled prisoners: banned from playing outdoors in case a paedophile ring burrows through the pavement and eats them, locked indoors with nothing but anti-bacterial plasma screens for company, ferried to and from school in spluttering rollcaged tanks. . . Christ, half these kids would view choking to death as a release.

I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgement of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety.

I have a lot of health anxiety.

I've had to deal, a lot, with my own sense of intimidation at meeting famous people - especially actors, but really any famous people.

We will not admit it in the course of our Emmy acceptance speeches, but we reporters know that our work has a corrosive effect, amplifying anxiety in the suburban kitchen. It reinforces stereotypes of a violent black city, which may have its truths, but the extent of the violence is blown wildly out of proportion.

There's no pressure in baseball. Pressure is when the doctor is getting ready to cut you, take your heart out, and put it on a table.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

What a fearful object a long-neglected duty gets to be

What's your name, honey?" Frank asked her. "Beth Riley," she said. She could hear footsteps overhead as the agents stomped around her parents' bedroom upstairs. "What's your real name?" he asked. Her skin prickled. "Beth Riley," she said again.

Kick had a worry list. She added to it every day. By keeping track of each worry, she could put off worrying in the moment and instead do it all at once during the designated worry period she set aside before dinner.

Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.

I'm scared to death of being poor. It's like a fat girl who loses 500 pounds but is always fat inside. I grew up poor and will always feel poor inside. It's my pet paranoia.

You find no difficulty in trusting the Lord with the management of the universe and all the outward creation, and can your case be any more complex or difficult than these, that you need to be anxious or troubled about His management of it? —HANNAH WHITALL SMITH (1832–1911), American lay speaker and author

Every time we choose safety, we reinforce fear.

I didn't know what was making that noise, but whatever it was, it was mad and it was big. And I didn't want to meet it with nothing but my cheeks in my hands.