Quotes About Anxiety

she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

Talking to a shrink was out of the question, of course; I would frighten the poor thing to death, and he might feel honor bound to have me locked away somewhere. Certainly I could not argue with the wisdom of that idea.

Dex," she said. "Are you all right?" "I'll be fine, Sis," I said, feeling somewhat light-headed, "if you'll just turn off that horrible music.

I felt like a ventriloquist's dummy, suddenly called upon to perform the whole act alone.

Deke looked at me anxiously, reminding me very much of a large and handsome dog who needs a stick to fetch.

Deborah called the dispatcher and said, "I've got the Aldovar girl. I'm taking her home," and Samantha muttered, "Big whoopee-shit." Deborah just glanced at her with something that looked like a rictus but was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile, and then she put the car in gear, and I had a little over half an hour to sit in the backseat and picture my life splintering into a million decorative shards.

All right," I said. "Where's Lily Anne?" "With Mom," Astor said, frowning deeper at my continuing interruption.

joy. For the first time in my memory, as these passionate strange sensations washed over and through me and finally out and away—for the first time ever I felt something new, different, and unwelcome. I was afraid.

Is he here right now?" Deborah asked the maid. She nodded her head jerkily. "Creo que sí," she said. She licked her lips again and then, with a sort of spasmodic lurch, she pushed the door closed, not quite slamming it. Deborah looked at the shut door for a moment, then shook her head. "What was she so scared of?" she said. "Deportation?" I said. She

She lifted both hands chest-high and shook them from the wrist, and I very clearly thought, Wow. She's wringing her hands.

Where are we going?" I asked, clinging for dear life to the armrest. "The school," she said. "What school?" I asked her, wondering if the roar of the engine had hidden an important part of our conversation.

The nightmares are that you're gonna let the winning run score on a ground ball through your legs. —BILL BUCKNER, in a TV interview before Game 1 of the 1986 World Series

Depression depleted your energy; the main cause of suicide was a deadly fusion of hopelessness, anxiety and panic.

Where did phobias come from? Sachs wondered. Some childhood trauma, some genetic imprinting

Knuckle time" referred to those moments when you have to go up against your worst fears.

How was it possible that he could handle Swiss bankers, West End impresarios, senior partners and seasoned solicitors, but was a quivering wreck in the presence of this man?

the worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of battle.

This book is designed to help anyone who is burdened by fear, worry, anxiety, or panic and would like to do something to improve the situation.

Having an agenda to get rid of something or to change something is a common source of frustration in meditation practice. Change and transformation do occur through meditation, but only when you teach yourself to allow attention and awareness to include disturbing and unpleasant conditions like anxiety and panic.

Anxiety, excessive fear, and worry arise because you turn away from the present moment and become lost in memories, stories, and beliefs about the past or future.

Approaching the pain with kindness and compassion is crucial. Meeting pain with anger does not help. Meeting fear or anxiety in oneself with anger or hostility simply multiplies it.

The humming of my parents' voices from behind my bedroom wall, which throughout my childhood had filled me with a sense of security, had now become a source of anxiety and panic.

Her face was calm, but inside she was tense.