Quotes About Anxiety

Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here." "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

Too much knowledge can make you paranoid all the time

Staying in that house alone didn't appeal to me - some ghost hunter I was. Nothing had happened, and I was already jumpy.

I find it somewhat reassuring that I'm not the only one who feels like I should be running around shouting, "Where's the script? Where's the script? If only I had a script I'd know what the freak I'm supposed to be doing.

caffeine's untrustworthy gift of nervous energy.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about the finger, but it kept coming up in my thoughts. I've never had a finger thrown at me before. A new-and-improved addition to my creepy-hall-of-fame nightmares.

I'd never felt like this after a fight, though. Usually, I feel energized and cheerful, not sick and scared out of my skin.

It's just I," I told him, more pedantic than usual because I was scared.

When things do go wrong, one would think that worry would've prepared one in some way. This is not the case.

If you find that you are a worrier, you might want to consider that the more you worry about each specific thing, the more likely you'll bring it into reality.

People who aren't asleep when Ruby comes around have to take sleeping pills. Everyone is afraid of those pills- even the substance- abuse guests.

Most of all, I am afraid of life outside this place

They're afraid of being afraid. Losing control of a world they never had controlled in the first place.

They flew out of town as if all the devils in hell were after them, but once out of sight, Cade slowed the horse and inquired anxiously, "Are you all right? I wasn't thinking. The child...?" Lily leaned her head against his back and gasped for breath now that the horse had found a steady pace. She shook her head in answer to his question. "I rode an oxen wagon from Mississippi when I was four months gone with Roy. I am fine." This

Fear is a matter of misplaced attention. Focus on redirecting it.

cowered in her seat. In her head, she heard Emmanouil's voice

It all scares me, and it's all like clothes in a dryer that just keep rolling around in my head from one day to the next.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't somebody watching.

I knew I was lucky to go undetected and I was afraid my luck would run out. I feared that I would be caught, but the allure of a warm body, one that would not leave at the end of the night, stayed with me, and I constantly thought about killing again.

was just unable to follow the very, simple rules of improv comedy because I was too self-conscious. It was the classic case of being too in your own head, which fuels the cycle of self-consciousness and impaired performance.

I once again experienced the feeling of anxiety that often overwhelmed me at night and was even more intense than fear—the sensation of being completely on my own, without anyone I could turn to. Not my mother, not anyone. I would have liked him to stay all night, on guard in front of the building, all night long and every night like a sentinel, or even better, watching over me like a guardian angel.

Why am I so diffident and apprehensive when it comes to something that means a lot to me?

Feelings don't try to kill you, even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it. But...you're not responsible for causing it. You're not morally at fault for it. No more than you would be for a tumor.