Quotes About Anxiety

If this went wrong I was going to feel really stupid. The Targets would finally show up and be all "What the hell was it trying to do to itself?

Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency.

It was like she could see me through my visor, which was a terrifying enough thought that my performance reliability dropped 3 percent.

Worrying meant you were trying to control something you had no business trying to control

Miltown, Librium, Valium,

Life is made of fear. Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all the meals there are. I eat it sometimes. When they bring me fear soup to eat, I try not to eat it, I try to send it back. But sometimes I'm too afraid to and have to eat it anyway.

Life is made of fear. Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all the meals there are. I eat it sometimes. When they bring me fear soup to eat, I try not to eat it, I try to send it back. But sometimes I'm too afraid to and have to eat it anyway.

I hate being lost, so much so that quite often I dream of not being able to find my way. Along with two other nightmares, missing trains and planes, it happens in reality quite frequently: cruelly often when I am searching for a church or museum containing a rare work of art.

If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself.

Symptoms of growth may look like breakdown or derangement; the more we are allowed by the love of others and by self-understanding to live through our derangement into the new arrangement, the luckier we are. It is unfortunate when our anxiety over what looks like personal confusion or dereliction blinds us to the forces of liberation at work.

Pray, and let God worry.

I more fear what is within me than what comes from without.

Your life shall hang in doubt before you; night and day you shall be in dread, and have no assurance of your life. In the morning you shall say: 'Would it were evening!' and at evening you shall say: 'Would it were morning!'" I have not found a place which sets forth the misery of a bad conscience so clearly, with such fitting and appropriate words and expressions.

Before you know what Annakey answered, you must know this: Annakey Rainsayer loved three things and feared only one thing. This makes her unusual from the beginning, for most of us love one thing——ourselves——and fear many things. Because we fear more things than we love, our lives are blown this way and that by our fears.

Marketing psychologist Kit Yarrow notes that customers want five things from a purchasing decision: 1) to feel more in control, 2) to reduce the fear of making a mistake, 3) to simplify the decision process, 4) to offer clear and immediate emotional benefits, and 5) to be free of obstacles. Of these five, she says, customer control is the best "antidote to anxiety." Anxiety goes far to explain the extraordinary power of customer reviews.

But ignorance of the father brought terror and fear, and terror grew dense like a fog, so that no one could see.

And I'm stabbed." She felt vulnerable and fought a rush of tears. "He's not going to hurt you," Adler said.

Does anybody wonder so many women die? Grief and constant anxiety kill nearly as many women as men die on the battlefield.

The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.

Love is full of anxious fears.

Holiness is neither that passionate love of the beginning, nor the tormenting anxiety of the long waits and of the moonlight walks, but is that superior form of friendship that is given this time a true eternal look, of comprehension, of acceptance of the self sacrifice for friendship, understanding and complementarity.

We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.

Most part of a lover's life is full of agony, anxiety, fear and grief, complaints, sighs, suspicions, and cares (heigh-ho my heart is woe), full of silence and irksome solitariness

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears