Quotes About Anxiety

Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.

The process of boarding a plane without a book produces a wave of panic. The right book can serve as a docent of sorts, setting a tone or even altering the course of a journey.

El taxi llega tan rápido que no me da tiempo a elegir qué libros llevarme. La perspectiva de embarcar en un avión sin un libro me produce una oleada de pánico. El libro adecuado puede ser una especie de maestro, que marca el tono o incluso altera el curso de un viaje.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

All horror movies start the same way. Whether the scene is an abandoned cabin, a dark alley, or a peaceful cottage, one line of dialogue, quietly uttered five minutes before the carnage starts, is inevitable: "Did you hear something?

There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept my eyes shut, the more terribly I saw my fears wanted me to see.

I'm nervous. Don't be nervous, Archie. I'm about to shit in my pants. Don't do that either.

Quinn no quería dejarse dominar por el pánico. En un esfuerzo por contenerse, trató de imaginar las cosas bajo la peor luz posible. Si veía lo peor, quizá no fuese tan malo como pensaba.

Em outras palavras: medo de morrer, o que em última análise não é outra coisa que não medo de viver

una persona nerviosa y refunfuñona, demasiado angustiada por las minucias de la vida cotidiana para entender que la vida se te podía escapar antes de empezar a vivirla,

pain can relieve anxiety by distracting you from your consciousness.

He seemed to get the most out of doctors who didn't feel as he did. Who were calm when he was anxious. Confident when he was uncertain." "His calmness didn't make me feel abandoned, it made me feel secure. I wanted to look at him and see the opposite of my fear, not it's echo." "I would prefer that those who care about me greet my panic with calm, and my gloom with good cheer.

Flow is wonderful, then, but it's difficult to find—sandwiched between boredom and anxiety, hard to get started, hard to sustain.

It turns out that pursuing extrinsic goals related to praise and reward—looking attractive, making money, and building up social status—makes you less happy and less fulfilled, and is linked with more depression, anxiety, and mental illness.

Helgeson and Fritz speculate that the gender difference here explains women's greater propensity to anxiety and depression, a conclusion that meshes with the proposal by Barbara Oakley, who, drawing on work on "pathological altruism," notes, "It's surprising how many diseases and syndromes commonly seen in women seem to be related to women's generally stronger empathy for and focus on others." The

Some degree of unsettledness, anxiety, and ambition may be baked into the human condition.

We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fall off at the next bump.

Worry is spiritual short sight. Its cure is intelligent faith.

Quite possibly, this depressive illness was the familiar sort that grew from perfectionist expectations.

Honestly facing your lack of sovereignty over your own life produces either anxiety or relief. Anxiety is God-forgetting. It is the result of thinking that is life is on your shoulders, that it is your job to figure it all out and keep things in order.

Here is one of the most beautiful fruits of grace—a heart that is content, more given to worship than demand and more given to the joy of gratitude than the anxiety of want.

Perhaps all the fear of man, the pride of knowing, the seduction of acclaim, the quest for control, the depression in the face of hardship, the envy of the ministry of others, the bitterness against detractors, and the anxiety of failure are all about the same thing. Each of these struggles is about the temptation to make your ministry about you. From that first dark moment in the garden, this has been the struggle—to make it all about us.

It's so easy to load life onto your shoulders and be more motivated by low-grade anxiety than by divine awe.

Fear is a funny thing. If that's true, why aren't I laughing?