Quotes About Anxiety

What does worry accomplish, except to breed more worry.

Tension, apprehension, and dissension

Fear of the unknown is the most purely distilled and potent terror.

When danger can be sensed but not identified, then everyone and everything becomes a source of concern; the world from horizon to horizon seems hostile.

Even though she knew it wasn't biologically possible for her heart to rise into her throat, she swallowed it anyway.

By all those tells, he wrote his anxiety and his guilt as clearly as if he had composed his confession on a blackboard with a stick of chalk.

NOT DEAD A chill swept down her back.

And because your life is yours to shape as you wish with free will, if you entertain too much anxiety about too many things, if you place no trust in providence, what you fear will more often come to pass. 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

She has been sitting on the step for half an hour when she hears semiautomatic rifle fire in the distance.

the quiet is broken by a high-pitched buzzing like an immense swarm of angry wasps.

It was human nature to obsess on negatives, to worry the smallest of sparks into infernos.

What does worry accomplish except to breed more worry?

disquietude

WORRY serves no useful purpose is of no value and doesn't change a thing.

When we worry," Drew continued, "we take reality and move it into the realm of fiction. What is real is transferred into the land of monsters and dragons, which seem far bigger and more frightening than they really are.

Tricky. The usual parenting approaches simply don't work for us. Every decision about our child involves just a little more consideration, stress, and anxiety than what other parents might experience. It's no cakewalk

As the old French proverb warns: "He who fears to suffer suffers from fear.

the knowledge of true danger may cure us of false fears

I forzati del portatile lo guardarono con indulgenza, mentre cercava con ansia febbrile. Il portapenne non c'era più. Si era certamente spezzato! Chinandosi per guardare sotto il tavolo, notò il rigonfiamento in una delle opere che trattavano di matematica e, aprendola, trovò il portapenne di Murano, infilato tra due pagine.

I have the belief in boldness. What I generally lack is the boldness itself. Because boldness doesn't feel bold. It feels scared not brave.

The rest of the evening I wondered, every second, if he would come back with some friends and make something painful and degrading happen.

The sound of her breathing reminded me, as it so often did, of how vulnerable she was. And how vulnerable we were because of how much we loved her. The fear - that something could happen to her at any moment, something I'd be helpless to stop - had become so omnipresent in my life that I sometimes pictured it growing, like a third arm, out of the center of my chest.

After my daughter was born, I'd considered buying a shotgun to ward off potential suitors fourteen or so years up the road. Now, as I listened to these girls babble and imagined Gabby one day talking with the same banality and ignorance of the English language, I thought of buying the same shotgun to blow my own fucking head off.

She had the air of someone clinging to a wall of soap.