Quotes About Anxiety

thinking remembering how his uncle had said that all man had was time, all that stood between him and the death he feared and abhorred was time yet he spent half of it inventing ways of getting the other half past:

He puts his shoes on, stomping into them, like he does everything, like he is hoping all the time he really cant do it and can quit trying to.

the listening part is afraid that there may not be time to say it. Dewey Dell - As I Lay Dying.

He began to breathe deep. He could feel himself breathing deep, as if each time his insides were afraid that next breath they would not be able to give far enough and that something terrible would happen, and that all the time he could look down at himself breathing, at his chest, and see no movement at all, like when dynamite first begins, gathers itself for the now Now NOW, the shape of the outside of the stick does not change

He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.

the crashing of the games, his heart hammering. When the fear came, it was like some half-forgotten friend. Not the cold, rapid mechanism of the dex-paranoia, but simple animal fear. He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.

We have no future because our present is too volatile.

You're too young to remember it," Verity's mother said, "but we were expecting nuclear war all the time, really, up into my early thirties. Later, all of that felt unreal. But the feeling that things became basically okay turns out to have actually been what was unreal.

Pretty soon the crash would come on, and before then she'd have to figure out a way to get back to the hotel, and suddenly it seemed like everything was too complicated, too many things to do, angles to figure, and that was the crash, when you had to start worrying about putting the day side together again.

The thing is---fear can't hold you any more than a dream...

I'm scared of him, said Piggy, and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see him again, it's like asthma an' you can't breathe.

I'm frightened. Of us.

There is nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted, as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle.

So the last part, the bit we can all talk about, is kind of deciding on the fear. We've got to talk about this fear and decide there's nothing in it.

Uno tiene miedo porque la gente siempre tiene miedo.

El miedo no puede hacer más daño que un sueño.

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

The thing is – fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

I'm frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.

Talvez", disse ele, hesitante, "talvez exista um monstro".[...] "Não sei", Seu coração batia forte e quase o sufocava. "Mas..." [...] "Eu queria dizer que... pode ser só a gente.

The thing is fear can't hurt you any more than a dream

They are frightened of the air.

Birinden korkunca ondan nefret edersiniz ama boyuna da düÅŸünüp durursunuz onu. Kendi kendinizi aldat?rs?n?z; asl?nda kötü deÄŸildir dersiniz. Ama onu görünce, t?pk? nefes darl???na tutulmuÅŸ gibi olursunuz, soluk alamazs?n?z.

What are you so afraid oft Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. Getting water up my nose, he whispered. I hate it so much. And then he buried his head again.