Quotes About Anxiety

Fear is a big waste of time.

Something large and dark had entered Room 102 of the Good Night, Sleep Tight, and the large, dark thing was sitting right on top of my chest. I could not breathe.

To Flora, the doorbell sounded like the electric chair. Not

Franny Block, sitting on the floor behind her desk. "Miss Franny?" I said. "Are you all right?" "A bear," she said. "A bear?" I asked.

The more I think about it, the more terrified I am.

They're hobgoblins

I closed the door and sank into my desk chair. My heart was pounding even harder. I felt like someone who had just staggered out of her car after an accident on a freeway. This was different from the cockroach and the books and the Barbie. I'd been injured. Someone had tried to physically harm me.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

The more subtle inheritance of my strange childhood was the feeling, which we all shared to some extent, of believing we were never quite going about things correctly. Had I said the right thing? Had I worn the right clothes? Was I attractive? These questions were unsettling and self-absorbing, even overwhelming at times, and remained so throughout much of my adult life, until, at last, I grew impatient with dwelling on the past.

Oh, of course, I always feel unconfident.

It seemed to Gilly that everything in this world that you can't stand to wait one extra minute for is always late.

I stood there and watched thirty-five children disappear in almost as many different directions and was suddenly horrified by what I'd done. What if someone got lost or hurt? Suppose they didn't come back on time? What would I do then?

But I had never caused my parents a minute's worry. Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was worth something?

nails peeked from his shirt pocket. Kit hated seeing him so anxious about cabbage moths and sagging fences. "I'm sorry if helping Miss Lucy and me is taking you away from

Fear was alive, with a heartbeat of its own.

In the light of day, it's hard to understand why I am derailed by a tiny thing like getting out of a taxi on a Sunday night. Of course, right behind the fear that I can't manage on my own is another more terrifying fear: that I can.

There is always a part of my mind that is preparing for the worst, and another part of my mind that believes if I prepare enough for it, the worst won't happen.

You're frightened, and you're frightening, and you're 'not at all like yourself but you will be soon,' but you know you won't.

Like you were sad, maybe. And a bit scared.

Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him – that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he'd never find a home.

Hace ya algún tiempo que me cuesta relajarme en mi propia casa. Si estoy solo, me pongo cada vez más nervioso, fastidiado por la idea de que me estoy perdiendo un encuentro crucial en otra parte. Pero si me quedo solo en casa ajena, a menudo me inunda una agradable sensación de paz.

They were afraid because we were new models, and they feared that before long their children would decide it was time to have them thrown away, to be replaced by AFs like us.

I thought you was about to die before but you really about to die now." Fatback announced scared for her life.

Where's Simon?...Is he okay? Why isn't he here? She glared at Derek. Where'd you leave him? Passed out in an alley. Derek frowned in thought. Not sure where, though...