Anxiety is the mind refusing to be consoled and nourished either by the body itself, or the beauty of the world that this body inhabits

I am not anxious because I worry so much as I am anxious because I do not want to feel the full vulnerability of being visible and touchable in a difficult world.

What I worry about and what I am anxious about keeps me in an insulated, busy state of mind that stops me feeling the true depth and vulnerability of how much I care, how much I want to make a difference and how much I feel powerless to do it .

The cure for anxiety is almost always found in some kind of radical simplification, a simplification that slowly opens up a very physical, rested experience of timelessness.

When I worry constantly about the imperfections of my relationship, I keep my love at an equally constant distance.

Anxiety is not an answer to a problem we are worrying about but the measure of our distance from the place where the answer lies .