Quotes About Anxiety

All of this avoidance was understandable, well-meaning, and in fact filled with love. But the end result turned out to be greater levels of anxiety.

I happen to like Philippians 4:6, but I also don't like how it is used as a "clobber verse" to make anxious people feel like they're doing something wrong or, even worse, that there is something wrong about them. As with most clobber verses, in this situation it is being used out of context.

Large-scale studies of thousands of youth show that the average anxiety level of a young person now exceeds the levels recorded by hospitalized psychiatric patients in the 1950s.

Like a child, I fear the darkness

Her heartbeat began to pound faster. Thirteen's eyes were sweeping over her body. A slow, deliberate glance. "Can he—can he see through the mirror?" His gaze felt like a hot touch on her skin. "Of course not" was Dr. Wyatt's instant response. The doc sounded annoyed with her. Her shoulders relaxed. Subject Thirteen smiled. Damn.

he had been left so painfully as a child and was terrified that it would happen again.

I fear the dark. The dark is where preexistence abides. It is not possible to think of pre-existence, but one dreads its facsimile: post-existence. Do not erase, obliterate, or annihilate me. Mother, my mother. I will serve you. Use me in the wide world.

Because she fears the past she distrusts the future — it, too, will turn into the past.

Hiding under the bed doesn't make the worry stop.

Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.

I am now forced to admit that anxiety is my true condition, occasionally intruded on by work, pleasure, melancholy or despair.

But there is nothing in me, just fear, nothing but the running of dark waves.

He] Attacks the past, but fears that, having destroyed it, He will have nothing on which to lay his head.

I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

But that's just it! I never saw the old lady. I heard plenty about her from Roger and the doctor and the black satin pincushion—and they all told me something different. The only thing they had in common was terror; they were all scared to death of Aunt Beatrice.

Connie and Nell and Anne looked on and admired and ran to get coloured string and pieces of wire and tied labels on to the little parcels which were to be given to their guests. It was all tremendous fun and, if the truth were told, Nell and Anne enjoyed the preparations very much more than the party itself. Nell and Anne were so shy, and so unused to the society of their kind, that they found parties an ordeal.

She was a little frightened in anticipation and a little frightened when the test came, but fortunately she was in control of her fear. She pushed it into a corner of her mind and barricaded it in. This left her mind perfectly clear and free to function properly. Of course, one had to keep an eye on the barricade, though Frances, smiling to herself at the absurd simile; one had to see that it was holding firm and keeping the fear-beast from bursting out and making a nuisance of itself . . .

As usual, when I slip the strap of the gas-mask container over my small daughter's shoulder, I experience a horrible sinking sensation and utter a fervent prayer that this precaution, insisted upon by the Government, may be unnecessary. My own gas mask does not trouble me in the very least and I can look it in the face without a tremor; it is only Betty's small but hideous protection which makes me feel sick.

If it wasn't that it was all arranged I'd back down," declares Annie frankly. I assure Annie that a lot of people feel like that as their wedding day approaches. "Yes," says Annie. "Mrs. Fraser did too. Mrs. Fraser says it's like 'aving a tooth out. You're sorry you ever came when you find yourself in the dentist's chair, but you're all the better for it afterwards.

What is it?" asked Miss Marks at last. "Is it serious?" "Of course it's serious," replied Dr. Wrench. "You don't have pain without a cause. Pain is simply nature's way of warning us that something has gone wrong." "Very serious?" asked Miss Marks anxiously.

had written and warned Mr. Heatley that I was slow and he had replied that it did not matter—but would it? Supposing they found me too slow! Supposing the work was beyond me! The idea of plunging into an office amongst a lot of other clerks who knew their jobs was alarming to say the least of it.

Things always seem worse at night, and any sort of trouble is magnified. The darkness, the stillness, the feeling that everybody else is safely and soundly asleep give rise to feelings of desperation.

so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us." Esther knew only too well that the weight she carried was too much anxiety and her besetting sin was too little faith, so the verse was peculiarly applicable to her.

I've had that recurring dream since I was a child, and a lot of people have different versions of that same dream, where you're running away from something, and it's going kind of slowly, but it's catching up with you, and it will not stop, and you cannot get away from it. Those dreams are manifested in different ways, but most people have them.