Quotes About Anxiety

Oh, dear, how can we fix this?' She looks around her frantically, as if a spare baby is likely to go floating by any second and she can quickly scoop it up and hand it over to Sophie.

She could shrink her fears down into innocuous little status updates that drifted away on the news feeds of her friends.

She literally felt twitchy without her phone.

help" screamed silently in her head, as if she were begging for something: a solution, a cure, a reprieve. A reprieve from what? A cure for what? A solution for what? Her breathing had become shallow. She'd felt beads of sweat at her hairline. Then she'd seen the sign. Their lease at their Newtown apartment was up. The two-bedroom unit was in an ugly,

Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema', or 'severe facial blushing'.

I get very nervous around famous people and I get nervous around beautiful women.

He was terrified, he was thrilled. That was love.

Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.

Okay. I'll deal with Benjamin. You're safe, okay? Nothing's gonna happen." His mouth pulled tight against itself. And now I was having some sort of heart attack. Because when he looked at me like that, my chest started to feel like it was turned inside out. "Promise." And that—the promise, the way he said it with utter certainty—was enough to make me tear up again.

War is hell and waiting is hell and war is waiting.

It came to him that he didn't like holidays. . . . They bore down on you. Each one always ended up feeling like an exam . . .

I'm scared of men in cars and men in doorways, men in groups and men alone. They are menacing. Men-acing. Men-dacious. Men-tal.

I spend the night that way, passing through layers of anxiety, humiliation, and despair. Somewhere close to dawn I lose some consciousness. It isn't sleep exactly, but I have to think of it as sleep because it's all I ever get anymore.

I don't know how everyone else is getting by, paying their bills, and sleeping through the night.

All problems with writing and performing come from fear. Fear of exposure, fear of weakness, fear of lack of talent, fear of looking like

I am wasting my life. I am wasting my life. I am wasting my life. It pounds like a heartbeat.

The gynecologist has ordered a mammogram. He said my breasts were difficult to examine manually because they were fibrous. It makes me feel like a cereal.

Reality is the leading cause of stress.

We expect some new disaster with each newspaper we read.

As my grandmother used to say: You're such a brain, you can worry more in one minute than other people can in a whole year.

Worry doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. We know worry is destructive, and yet we continue to be choked by anxiety over what might happen.

It's our "helping God out" that leads to an anxious heart. When we take over and try to control what happens, we take our focus off the One who is in control and put our eyes on our circumstances.

We need to join the war Jesus waged against fear and it's twin sister, worry.

Without a single one of those promised lessons from her grandmother, Portia began to see and taste food without having it in front of her, the images coming to her like instincts, automatic and without thought. She found that she knew things without having to be taught. Rich dark chocolate would calm a person who was hiding their anxiety. Hot red chili mixed with eggs first thing in the morning relieved symptoms of someone about to succumb to a terrible cold.