Quotes About Anxiety

The downside of being a writer is you get plenty of time to overthink your life.

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The most often repeated commandment in the Bible is "Do not fear." It's in there over two hundred times.

Dentist's office: Most parents get stressed when they think about taking their child to the dentist.

The most often repeated commandment in the Bible is "Do not fear." It's in there over two hundred times. That means a couple of things, if you think about it. It means we are going to be afraid, and it means we shouldn't let fear boss us around.

It is not so much the things we know that terrify us as it is the things we do not know, the things that break all known laws and rules, the things that come upon us unaware and shatter the pleasant dream of our little world.

There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.

When you're worried about something,' said Henry abruptly, 'have you ever tried thinking in a different language?

It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can never truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?

and yet, whenever he started with the questions I froze stiff, as if I'd been pushed onstage in a play where I didn't know the lines.

What mattered more was the feeling, a rich sweet undertow so commanding that in class, on the school bus, lying in bed trying to think of something safe or pleasant, some environment or configuration where my chest wasn't tight with anxiety, all I had to do was sink into the blood-warm current and let myself spin away to the secret place where everything was all right.

Clearly 'worry' was the mark of a primitive and spiritually unevolved person.

Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?

strenuous occasions where (jumpy, un-opiated, wracked to the last synapse)

Every time I thought of it my stomach squirmed, so that my first instinct was to slam the lid down hard and think of something else.

it wasn't that the future...seemed bad or frightening so much as incomprehensible, a blot of black ink on the horizon.

The idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than almost anything.

We don't like to admit it," said Julian, "but the idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than almost anything.

What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten

When I was twelve and thirteen I used to get high at school every day—not because I liked it, it broke me out in cold sweats and panic—but because in the lower grades it was such a fabulous prestige to be thought a pothead, also because I was so expert at hiding the paranoiac flulike symptoms it gave me.

I think I have something growing inside of me.

I didn't like doctors. They always wanted to take something from you, like blood or a kidney, or stick something in you, like a probe or a needle. As

I once held my existence dear With every breath a welcome chore But now my days are spent in fear Of when my days will be no more