Social-anxiety Quotes

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring...

Driven by a wish to save Tomás from a life of penury and misunderstanding, Fermin had decided that h...

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivi...

I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because th...

The moment of crisis had come, and I must face it. My old fears, my diffidence, my shyness, my hopel...

Yes. They are the words that finally turned me into the hermit I have now become. It was quite sudde...

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through...

This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from t...

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using wor...

Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. Th...

In our hearts... there must abide some pity for those people who have always felt themselves to be s...

A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards as long as it does ...

Life is made of fear. Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all the...

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonge...

He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idi...

All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is ...

For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretc...

Show me what you've written," I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.

And I was incapable of living all by myself in those lodgings where I didn't know a soul. It terrifi...

Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know ho...

Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which...

It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame ...

Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not kn...