My existence was beginning to cause me serious concern. Was I a mere figment of the imagination?

... but life would be very miserable indeed were I to spend it in terror of the thing that has not yet happened.

I live in fear of being alive.

Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.

By this time I was thoroughly terrified, not so much fearing death as the treachery of my own kind.

I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.

i wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself..

I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

Then, by dint of seeing the days born in the morning and miscarrying in the evening, I became afraid to die, and this fear was my first passion.

Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

It's scary believing that you, as you are, could ever be enough.

I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.

Anyone who starts doubting details will end by doubting life itself.

Little bits of things make me do it; — perhaps a word that I said and ought not to have said ten years ago; — the most ordinary little mistakes, even my own past thoughts to myself about the merest trifles. They are always making me shiver.