Quotes About Anxiety

I feel less and less up to the requirements of my life

When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up.

Of course I have nightmares-Who doesn't?

The demons were scary, but girls - Well, girls are really terrifying

Did you hear it? Just about, I said, trembling nervously. That's not good enough. She frowned. Just about will kill you.

I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly. The Baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out

This is crazy. We're standing here, talking about nuclear bombs being dropped on Carcery Vale. It's insane.

Cars frighten me. They look vicious. Growling, screeching, fast-moving assassins. -Bec

Panicky despair is an underrated element of writing.

A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which we realize that we are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how we express the anxiety we feel at this knowledge.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

As a child, I was more afraid of tetanus shots than, for example, Dracula.

You would stay at home, the anxious hours ticking by, and you would wait for your Phone Man. It was as close as most people came to experiencing what heroin addicts go through, the difference being that heroin addicts have the option of going to another supplier. Phone customers didn't. They feared the power of the Telephone Company.

It was not knowing that was the seed of madness, loneliness, suspicion, fear.

It occurred to her, in a moment of sudden clarity, that what had always caused her anxiety, or stress, or worry, was not any one force, nothing independent and external- it wasn't danger to herself or the constant calamity of other people and their problems. It was internal: it was subjective: it was not knowing.

Don't you think if someone like me, someone who invented most of this shit, is scared, don't you think you should be scared, too?

This is the peculiar problem of constant connectivity: any silence of more than a few hours provokes apocalyptic thoughts.

We were entwined so tightly that I was afraid to breathe, lest she move at all.

something about how all this could or would lead to totalitarianism. Her stomach sank.

For years I feared the opening of every elevator, half-convinced that from the opened doors would come a bullet, for me, shot by a man in a tan trenchcoat. I have no idea why I feared this, expected it to happen. I even knew how I would react to this bullet coming from the elevator door, what word I would say. That word was: Finally.

Ecco lo strano problema della costante connettività: ogni silenzio che duri più di qualche ora suscita pensieri apocalittici.

Some people with OCD are compelled to pick up pieces of broken glass from the street. They worry that, if they don't, then someone else might cut themselves on the glass. If the person with OCD fails to prevent that happening, they think, well I may as well have walked up to the stranger and deliberately hurt them. So they take

I knew what I had to do. I had to ignore the thoughts, resist the compulsion, let the anxiety build, and then let it decay to extinction all over again.

An ambient angst pervades our society—there's a sense that somehow there's probably something we should be doing that we're not, which creates a tension for which there is no resolution and from which there is no rest.