Quotes About Anxiety

She inhaled a worry. She exhaled a prayer." Mary Lou Quinlan, author

And always while I am still young, there is that dim light, the Future. But it is indeed a dim, dim light, and ofttimes there's a treachery in it.

I don't like when people compliment my looks." "How come?" "I don't know," she said. And then, "Because it reminds me that I'm going to die. If someone says I have nice teeth, I think, One day they'll rot. If they say I have nice hair, I think about it falling out by the fistful.

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To expect and dread a thing for a lifetime; does not prepare you for the thing itself.

Either he will shield you from suffering, or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginations. ST. FRANCIS DE SALES.

Do not look forward to what may happen to-morrow; the same everlasting Father who cares for you to-day, will take care of you to-morrow, and every day. Either he will shield you from suffering, or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginations. ST. FRANCIS DE SALES.

I know how this feels: the tightening of the chest, the panic, the what-have-I-done-wait-I-was-kidding. Eating disorders linger so long undetected, eroding the body in silence, and then they strike. The secret is out. You're dying.

I threw up again that night, half-afraid that my eyeballs would explode. But it was, by far, more important that I get rid of dinner. Of course, by then, throwing up was the only way I knew how to deal with fear. That paradox would begin to run my life: to know that what you are doing is hurting you, maybe killing you, and to be afraid of that fact--but to cling to the idea that this will save you, it will, in the end, make things okay.

I developed a deep, abiding fear of jeans, which I still have. I hold my breath and shut my eyes when I pull on a pair in the dressing room, afraid they will now, as then, get stuck at my hips and there I will stand, absurd, staring at the excess of hips that should, if I were a good person, be "slim".

The biggest fear of my life is living. My second biggest fear is dying.

The fear, too, is a fear of yourself: a completely dualistic and contradictory fear. On the one hand, it is the fear that you do not have what it takes to make it, and on the other hand, a possibly greater fear that you do have what it takes, and that by definition you therefore also have a responsibility to do something really big.

The last place I want to be is the hospital, but I'm not stupid. I know when it's time to go in. I am so terrified of myself and of the vast, frightening world, that the psych ward, with its safe locked doors, sounds like a relief.

I can't say no, I can't slow down, I have to keep going or they'll find out I'm a little kid in grownup's clothes, and a fraud.

the elements of myself that not so much want to die, but are afraid to live.

Regrettably, we live in a society that has become habituated to the quick-fix solutions that are implied in pathologizing labels such as "depression," "anxiety," "bad marriage," "bad job." At times, of course, these classifications are useful, at least for diagnostic purposes.

Clearly, being anxious is a full-time and rather exhausting occupation.

A constant state of low-level dread made people easy to control, because it robbed them of the sense that they could control anything themselves. This was not the sort of anxiety that moved people to action and accomplishment. This was the sort of anxiety that exceeded human capacity.

I keep eating for fear I will be hungry.

While there's life, there's fear.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

Even cats grow lonely and anxious.

El problema es que mi cabeza no está nunca despejada. Mi cerebro es una casa de campo para demonios. Vienen a menudo y cada vez son más numerosos. Se preparan aperitivos con el licor de mis angustias. Se sirven de mi estrés porque saben que lo necesito para avanzar. Todo depende de la dosis. Demasiado estrés y mi cuerpo explota. Demasiado poco, y me paralizo. Pero el demonio más violento soy yo mismo.

No estás obligado a dejar de tener miedo. Lo único que necesitas es aprender a vivir con tus angustias.