Quotes About Anxiety

We make so many of our own troubles, from mere mishaps to disasters, by dwelling on the possibility of them until the possible becomes inevitable.

Irrational fear feeds on itself and grows. You must deny it.

What we fear too much we often bring to pass.

There will be something very wrong with any place we go.

Fear is the engine that drives the human animal. Humanity sees the world as a place of uncountable threats, and so the world becomes what humanity imagines it to be. They not only live in fear but use fear to control one another. Fearmongering is their true religion.

I guess I need to get my paranoid on.

Einstein vigorously wagged his tail. Thoughtfully, Nora said, "Escaped . . ." Travis knew what she must be thinking. To Einstein, he said, "They'll be looking for you, won't they?" The dog whined and wagged his tail—which Travis interpreted as a "yes" with a special edge of anxiety.

I've been badly scared myself, badly, for quite a few years now. You learn to live with it.

What's dropped your heart into your shoes?

All of us are cowards at some time in our lives...

Surrender to fear is an invitation to doubt.

GUILT SPILLS ITSELF IN FEAR OF BEING SPILT

His dreams were killing him.

Although enlightened people know that an extreme phobia wasn't a form of madness, hey could not help but regard it as odd.

In nightmares, we can't look into our own eyes except by indirection, perhaps because we fear discovering that therein lie the worst monsters plaguing us.

Without faith to act as a governor, the human mind is a runaway worry generator, a dynamo of negative expectations.

In the company of other people, Amy had little tolerance for quiet. Enduring mutual silences, she sometimes felt as though the other person might ask a terrible question, the answer to which, if she spoke it, would shatter her as surely as a hard-thrown stone will destroy a pane of glass.

WHEN A FIERCE-LOOKING GUY COMES OUT of a mirror as though it's a doorway, and when he grabs for you and snags your shirt with his fingertips, you could be excused for wetting your pants or for losing total control of your sphincter, so

pitapatation

pace the corridor back and forth until I wear the edge off my nerves or just collapse unconscious from exhaustion

I get the phlegm of fear in my throat again, thicker than before, and I have to keep swallowing hard to be able to breathe right. Don't ask about my heart. It's just thudding like some pneumatic hammer.

A sense of wrongness prickles as if a burr has somehow gotten under her skull.

Even though comfort based on an illusion is itself illusory, it is for a while a deliverance from the anxiety and existential dread that the world today can generate in abundance.

Until they move on from this world, even the dead can know fear. You would think they have nothing to lose, but sometimes they are wretched with anxiety, not about what might lie Beyond, but about those whom they have left behind.