Reading Anxiety Quotes

When one reads hurriedly and nervously, having in mind written tests and examinations, one's brain becomes encumbered with a lot of bric-a-brac for which there seems to be little use.

When I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had a miserable time in the reading circle, a difficulty that was overcome by the loving patience of my second grade teacher. Even though I could read, I refused to do so.

To begin with, it's true, she read with trepidation and some unease. The sheer endlessness of books outfaced her and she had no idea how to go on; there was no system to her reading, with one book leading to another, and often she had two or three on the go at the same time.

I wasn't brave enough to read the R. L. Stine book series when I was younger. But my brother read as many of them as he could.

I wasn't really comfortable reading until I was 12.

My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and, emboldened by my success with 'The Waste Land,' I opened their copy of 'Ulysses.' The whiff of death off those remorseless, closely written pages overpowered me. So: back to soluble mysteries, and jokes that were not cosmic.

The books and magazines streamed in. He could buy them all, they piled up around him and even while he read, the number of those still to be read disturbed him. … they stood in rows, weighing down his life like a possession which he did not succeed in subordinating to his personality.

It's hopeless! Tomorrow there'll be even more books I should have read than there are today.

She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it.

I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

I have an existential crisis every time I walk into a bookshop, knowing that I'm not going to read all the books before I die.

Other people just look so comfortable with a book in their hands - I never feel like that.

I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.

I wake up thinking: What am I reading? What will I read next? I'm terrified that I'll run out, that I will read through all I want to, and be forced to learn wildflowers at last, to keep awake.

On the floor by my bed, there are heaps of books I want to read, books I have to read, and books I believe I need to read.

Imagine having a mother who worries that you read too much. The question is, what is it that's supposed to happen to people who read too much? How can you tell when someone's crossed the line.

I don't reread my books after they're published, because it's agony.

I'm just not a good reader, so I haven't been able to sit down and get myself through an entire book in my whole life.

I have a great deal of sympathy for reluctant readers because I was one. I would do anything to avoid reading. In my case, it wasn't until I was 13 and discovered the 'Lord of the Rings' that I learned to love reading.

Reading is becoming a kind of specialist activity, and that strikes terror into the heart of people who love reading.

My father was a tyrant about reading, and that put me off books when I was little.

What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?

I would always be embarrassed to read out loud in class because I would transpose words and letters and things.

I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end.

I used to have to do readings in church, and it was terrifying. I would never have my glasses. The words are printed so small even Superman would be nervous. And you’re reading from the Bible. It’s not like you can just make something up and improvise. “A reading from the letter of Saint Paul to the Corinthians. Uhhh. Dear Corinthians, … How was your weekend? Sure is hot here. Uh, tell Jesus ‘Hey.’ This is the word of the Lord.