Quotes About Anxiety

Worrying won't stop the bad stuff from happening it just stops you from enjoying the good.

If you live in fear of the future because of what happened in your past, you'll end up losing what you have in the present.

Worry can't change anything, except one thing. It changes your life to be more complicated.

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.

Pois a posse do que se ama é uma alegria ainda maior do que o amor. Muitas vezes os que escondem de todos essa posse, só o fazem pelo medo de que o objeto amado lhes seja roubado. E a felicidade deles fica diminuída por aquela prudência de calar.

that men can be being sincere with their friends, and even with themselves, when they speak warmly of a woman's kindness to them, even though, to tell the truth, their relationship is undermined secretly, in a way they do not confess to others or which is revealed involuntarily in response to questions, to inquiries, by a painful anxiety.

He was one of those susceptible, highly-strung persons who cannot bear to have made a blunder which, though they do not admit it to themselves, is enough to spoil their whole day.

But we lied to each other, Robert and I, as in every conversation when one friend is genuinely anxious to help another who is desperately in love. The friend who is being counsellor, prop, comforter, may pity the other's distress but cannot share it, and the kinder he is to him the more he has to lie.

How far my desire for Venice had now abated! Just as the desire to meet Mme de Guermantes in Combray in days gone by had abated, at those moments when I held but one thing dear, to have Mama in my bedroom. And it was in fact all the worries that I had felt since I was a child that had been solicited by this new source of anxiety and had rushed to reinforce it, amalgamating themselves with it into one homogeneous mass which suffocated me.

I was living, and I found a certain wisdom in the philosophers who recommend us to set a limit to our desires (if, that is, they refer to our desire for people, for that is the only kind that ends in anxiety, having for its object a being at once unknown and unconscious.

These are the creatures we usually fall in love with, only to suffer the more. For each new anxiety they cause us blots out from our eyes a part of their personality. We were resigned to suffering, thinking we loved something outside ourselves, and we come to realize that our love is a function of our sadness, that perhaps it is our sadness, and that its object is only to a small extent the young girl with raven hair.

Often those who hide their possession from everyone do so only for fear that the loved object will be taken away from them. And their happiness, by this prudent choice of silence, is diminished.

O modo inquisitivo, ansioso, exigente com que olhamos para a pessoa amada, nossa expectativa da palavra que nos vai dar ou tirar a esperança de um encontro para o dia seguinte, e, até que essa palavra seja dita, a nossa imaginação alternada, se não simultânea, da alegria e do desespero, tudo isso torna a nossa atenção em face do ente querido muito trêmula para que se possa obter uma imagem sua devidamente nítida.

the knowledge that the hour was approaching when her husband ought to arrive without knowing whether or not he would send one of those telegrams of which the model had been wittily invented by M. de Guermantes: "Impossible to come, lie follows," paled her cheeks and ringed her eyes.

It's strange that the only certainty life gives us is one we fear so much.

That's the thing about fear. Death will kill you once, but fear kills you over and over and over, if you let it.

Unutterable are the things we fear, but soon our fears will be exceeded

Fear is a force that sharpens your senses. Being afraid is a state of paralysis in which you can't do anything.

How he learned to distinguish fear from the impostor, being afraid. Fear is a force that sharpens your senses. Being afraid is a state of paralysis in which you can't do anything.

That was the thing about terror: it made rational people act irrationally.

A gas man?" Her pupils dilated, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

He wasn't scared exactly, but he had that knife's edge thinness he used to get on the job, the sense that things could go either way.

I am scared almost all the time. But I never tell anyone. I can't afford to. I have to go on pretending I'm this confident person, because if I don't, if I'm quiet, I become invisible.

Anxiety is a normal part of human existence, as are other forms of suffering. It is repression of our negative feelings that leads to psychological problems.