Quotes About Stress

Happiness is not something that you feel when good things happen in your life. It is not something you feel when people say good things about you. It is not something you feel when you win an award. It is a state of living – present in grief or celebration, success or failure, stress or relaxation, suffering or pleasure.

I'm not putting up with this, she continued. You can't even go out and buy a solar system without worrying I'll fall apart. How are you supposed to get anything done? Actually, I'm not in the market for a solar system right at the moment.

By five A.M., her eyes were gritty and her head ached. The single hour's sleep she had managed to tuck in between sex and murder was beginning to wear on her.

It's lunacy out there. Christmas makes people insane. And that bit about goodwill toward men? It sure as hell doesn't apply to retail.

Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn't manage to function at full capacity.

That works for now. Eve's stomach began to clench and jitter. There were tears swimming in her aide's eyes. Peabody's lips were quivering. What are you doing? she demanded. Nothing. Sir. How come you're going to cry? You know how I feel about crying on the job. I'm not crying. And it appalled her that she was on the edge of it. I just don't feel very well, that's all. I wonder, sir, if I could be excused from the briefing at sixteen hundred.

She closed her eyes a moment, tried her meditation mantra -- F*ck this, f*ck this, f*ck this -- to clear her mind.

The fear of the Time Out, Dallas. It can't be overstated.

Paperwork could kill.

Often when a parent loses herself-or himself-in the day-to-day responsibilities and demands of raising children, they become a less effective, and less loving parent than they might be.

she'd survived Death by Expense Report

Too many meetings. I'd go psycho if I had to face days stuffed with meetings. There are all these people in them.

This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge. You just tried to throw up your liver. I did not. So you were working on your pancreas?

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he knew he had to choose his words carefully—in spite of the fact that his adrenal gland had opened up full-bore and was pumping enough OMG into his system that he was drowning in terror.

Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room?

See, this is how people get paralyzed. They stuff and stuff and stuff, and the triggers keep coming and the layers continue to build until the load becomes too heavy, and they fold.

But then, lately panic went with everything, didn't it? The new black.

Beth popped a Tums in her mouth and crunched it into a powder that filled the creases in her molars.

It was a multi-f-bomb kind of night.

There's nothing wrong with us, Anya said. You, on the other hand, are way too tense. You probably need to get laid. Maybe Grant Cassidy can help you with that.

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.

In the end, we all want a wife. But the home has become increasingly invaded by the ethos of work, work, work, with twin sets of external clocks imposed on a household's natural rhythms.

With the combination of spending a fair amount of time on planes, having twins that go to elementary school, and generally living a lifestyle that is pretty high-stress, I have been known to run myself down quite easily, so I am pretty much a petri dish for germs, colds, and flus.

How do I relax? Meditate, I guess. I quit golf. You twist your back and get all cranked up.