Quotes About Anxiety

I need everyone to like me and I just burn out bending over backward to make that happen. Having people be mad at me is my worst fear. I can't stand it. There is this crazy fear I have of being rejected by anyone - even people I don't really care about. It's always better to leave them first, cut all ties, and disappear. They can't hurt me that way - no one can.

There is this crazy fear I have of being rejected by anyone - even people I don't really care about. It's always better to leave them first, cut all ties, and disappear. They can't hurt me that way - no one can.

Trying is terrifying because I know I will just fail. But I do want things to be different. I do...I am so afraid. I'm afraid to hope again.

There is this crazy fear I have of being rejected by anyone—even people I don't really care about. It's always better to leave them first, cut all ties, and disappear. They can't hurt me that way—no one can. That's why I have no references. But, of course, there's always the hope that my new employer won't check them out.

Sometimes it seemed that half the people around her were in states of collapse.

excited. There were small blotches on his pale, thin

Maria mi si è sdraiata accanto. - Ho paura. - Loro hanno paura. - Perchè? - Perchè urlano.

The worst thing about fear is what it does to you when you try to hide it.

I understood that I was a fairly highly strung person, that my default state was one of readiness. I had rarely felt completely comfortable in my skin or at ease with my surroundings. I was always in a state of alert, on the lookout for any kind of menace or danger, and events and people had often proved me right because, I suppose, my judgement simply wasn't that good. I suspect much of this came from my upbringing, which had rarely felt relaxed, or even happy.

I was frightened to go forward, but I was even more frightened of going back.

He had an anxious smile on his face. And he was clutching a letter in his hand.

What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own.

I've had a bad week." What's happened?" Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all.

Show me a motherfucker who's relaxed and I'll show you a motherfucker that's afraid of success.

Years before MTV, the system was for a band to appear on one of the celebrity shows then current. The presenter, usually a popular singer of a certain age anxious to extend his career, would sing a couple of numbers, and then bring guests on to chat, with musical interludes from the likes of us. With Syd approaching a catatonic state, you might think this was not a recipe for success, and you'd be right.

Marghe was perturbed by her sense of security in Aoife's presence, recognizing the feeling for what it was: the passing of responsibility for her personal safety from herself to Aoife. That scared her almost as much as Uaithne had.

The dark was many things: the cold, the alien world, the virus, her own fear.

She had found that people, especially people who spoke a different tongue, would get anxious if they didn't get to have their say in their own way, even if they spoke in a long rush, burying to get their words out.

He smiled again, pleased but it didn't hide the tightness in his jaw, the worry and the weariness.

The child would wake in the night to her mother's dream cries-a man coming to steal her, steal her child, steal her payment-and her mother would not eat, only hunch over the bowel and scry, and follow the girl about with haunted eyes.

A good land, and rich, but poisoned by fear.

Hope was something to be feared.

Angst was for the dark.

Peretur patted Bony's shoulder, and could not tell if the horse trembled or she did. Was this fear?