Quotes About Stress

The surgeon-general of the US Army estimated that American front-line forces suffered a 10 per cent rate of psychiatric breakdown.

As usual, there aren't enough last minutes.

Positive thinking! Positive thinking! Parang - awa mo na -- may exam pa ako bukas!!

But he knew well enough that any man in the right circumstances could be dehumanised by panic.

any man, in the right circumstances, could be dehumanized by panic.

Both times he had won through, but he knew well enough that any man, in the right circumstances, could be dehumanized by panic.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

I object to rows because my nerves are shaken, and I get up at all sorts of ungodly hours, and I am extremely lazy. I have another set of vices when I'm well, but those are the principal ones at present.

Exactly. Since it is morally justifiable, I have only to consider the question of personal risk. Surely a gentleman should not lay much stress upon this, when a lady is in most desperate need of his help?

My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built.

The bane of Terri's life could use a prescription of Prozac.' (Terri)

Sometimes, when it had been a hard day at school and the future looked unusually dark, Miss Matt would permit herself to cry luxuriously for half an hour; afterward she would wash her face, and dress and go out to some nice restaurant for dinner.

Basye, the tailor's wife, butted in. She was a tiny woman, who performed three jobs at once. She rocked the baby with her foot, darned a sock with her hands, and fussed and fumed with her mouth.

I worried constantly. I felt that my son was chipping away at me. This small thing and then that small thing.

The scope of one's personality is defined by the magnitude of that problem which is capable of driving a person out of his wits.

Children do not as yet recognize or, at any rate, lay such exaggerated stress upon the gulf that separates human beings from the animal world.

I confess to sudden rages. Walking in Midtown, rush hour's peak, people streaming in both directions, I find myself seething, ready to kill. Who are all these fucking people, and how is it fair, how is it even possible that all of them, these perfectly ordinary people, should be alive, when you --

She sometimes has panic attacks before class. Hence the meditation, sometimes supplemented with benzodiazepine.

The mindfulness rage was just another distraction, he said. Of course we should be stressed, he said. We should be utterly consumed with dread. Mindful meditation might help a person face drowning with equanimity, but it would do absolutely nothing to right the Titanic, he said.

Self-care, relieving one's own everyday anxieties, avoiding stress: these had become some of our society's highest goals, he said—higher, apparently, than the salvation of society itself. The mindfulness rage was just another distraction.

Sometimes you feel there's like a tidal wave of stuff that continues to come. You feel trapped.

Our whole family thrives under pressure. It's like our family motto or something. Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous break down. But the rest of us.

Your job is obviously very pressured. I thrive under pressure, I explain. Which is true. I've known that about myself ever since... Well. Ever since my mother told me when I was about 8.

Commuting in London is basically warfare. It's a constant campaign of claiming territory; inching forward; never relaxing for a moment. Because if you do, someone will step past you. Or step on you.