Elizabeth Gilbert Quotes

I am actually going to two therapists right now. I don't know, I actually feel like therapy has just made me more uncomfortable.

Growing up, I was prone to anxiety.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

I suffer anxiety and a lot of insecurities, depression and stuff.

I feel like a lot of times when stuff is on my mind, I really don't show it. I know how to hide my emotions.

Sometimes I get emotional. I let my emotions get the best of me.

Doubt, not self-reflection, comes from a destructive energy, and when it rears its head, I talk to it like a lunatic.

Anxiety is an even better teacher than reality, for one can temporarily evade reality by avoiding the distasteful situation; but anxiety is a source of education always present because one carries it within.

I think I was as mentally tough as I've ever been. I felt like I handled the situation both on and off the court extremely well. I felt like I needed to.

You collapse a few times, and you put your head in your hands, and you say, "Oh my god, how am I gonna get through this?" You have a few of those nights, and then you get over it and you keep it moving. And those nights... As you get more used to the strain, I guess those nights are fewer and farther between. So that's the best you can hope for. It's a tough job and it's a lot to pull out of your brain.

The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.

I work from almost a dangerous place in my mind sometimes.

Such a value system might be responsible for the fact that the burden of unavoidable unhappiness is increased by unhappiness about being unhappy.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright from being overthrown by its own weakness.

Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true.

We have to fight them daily, lake fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed and intelligent mind.

Some days I'm in better control and can navigate my way through stuff, and other days, not so much.

I've spent a lot of time and money trying to keep my anger in control.

Get away from the place that makes you feel comfortable with your depression. The reality is it's never as bad as the insanity you've created in your head.

Success and failure are emotional and physiological experiences. We need to deal with them in a way that is present and calm.

I have always loved to use fear, to take it and comprehend it and make it work and consolidate a situation where I was afraid and take it whole and work from there.

I think everybody has had emotional distress, but yes, I think I'm pretty stable.