Quotes About Anxiety

The truth is that as we grow older we kill all those who love us by the cares we give them, by the anxious tenderness we inspire in them and constantly arouse.

He [Bloch] was one of those touchy, highly-strung people who cannot bear to have made a blunder, will not admit it to themselves, and whose whole day is ruined by it.

The things about which we most often jest are generally, on the contrary, the things that worry us but that we do not wish to appear to be worried by, with perhaps a secret hope of the further advantage that the person to whom we are talking, hearing us treat the matter as a joke, will conclude that it is not true.

Anxiously he explored every one of these vaguely seen shapes, as though among the phantoms of the dead, in the realms of darkness, he had been searching for a lost Eurydice.

It was fortunate that I had not already yielded to the temptation to break with Albertine; the tedium of having to rejoin her presently, when I went home, was a trifling matter compared with the anxiety that I should have felt if the separation had occurred when I still had a doubt about her and before I had had time to grow indifferent to her.

It is not enough in love, as in everyday life, to fear only the future: one must fear the past, which often becomes real to us only after the future, and I am not simply speaking of the past about which we learn only after the event, but of the one we have carried within us for many years, and which we only now learn to read.

He could see her, but dared not remain for fear of annoying her by seeming to be spying upon the pleasures which she tasted in other company, pleasures which - while he drove home in utter loneliness, and went to bed, as anxiously as I myself was to go to bed, some years later, on the evenings when he came to dine with us at Combray - seemed illimitable to him since he had not been able to see their end.

rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety,...

What do you have to be stressed about?" the normies might have said, if I ever talked about these things with normal people. "You have a family, a house, a car, a good job. Just deal with it!" As if I could simply do that. As if I chose this. As if I looked at the options available to me and they were clearly labeled "Perseverance" and "Freaking the Fuck Out All the Time" and calmly said, "Mmm, yes, I select option B.

We rush through our days in such stress and intensity, as if we were here to stay and the serious project of the world depended on us. We worry and grow anxious; we magnify trivia until they become important enough to control our lives. Yet all the time, we have forgotten that we are but temporary sojourners on the surface of a strange planet spinning slowly in the infinite night of the cosmos.

I feel that fear is negative wonder. It is the point at which wonder begins to consume itself and scrape off the essence of things.

Not knowing doesn't mandate anxiety; rather, it instills confidence, and confidence is crucial to good performance.

Not knowing doesn't mean you're condemned to anxiety; rather, not knowing calls for trust, and trust is crucial to good performance. Uncertainty is essential to the game.

Welcome to the human race. It is somehow essential to human life as God has ordained it that we can know the final score of yesterday but not tomorrow. It doesn't mean we're condemned to anxiety. It does mean this: If you're looking for certainty, you've chosen the wrong species. You can walk by faith, but not by sight; not down here.

depression was to be feared—and he could feel it sniffing around outside his door, looking for a way in.

Robertson was in the operating room and no word on his condition was coming out. A bloody-handed nurse, who'd taken him in, stood washing her hands, and when Lucas asked, she said, "I've seen worse who lived. But then, I've seen better who died." No help there.

Good," Lucas said. "And hey—relax. Gonna be all right." "No, it won't," she said. "I can almost guarantee that whatever it is, it won't be all right.

Kidd could feel an incipient hernia when he even thought about that night. . . .

It's like a fuckin' nightmare," Letty said. "One of those where you're trying to find your school locker and you keep running from one to the next, and it's never yours.

On the way out, Lucas ran into Treena Ross in the hallway. She was wearing a lime-green dress and matching lime-green shoes with two-inch heels. She was carrying a dog the size of a walnut that seemed to have been bred to be frightened; it whimpered when it saw Lucas, and then Ross coming up behind.

I'm a picture of abject fear. If I had my choice between flying to El Paso or getting a colonoscopy, I'd have to think about it.

Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives.

That thing looks like H. P. Lovecraft's panic attack.

There's a saying: "May you live in interesting times." To begin, it's a curse. "Interesting" in this case uniformly means "Oh god, death is raining down upon us and we shall all perish wailing and possibly on fire.