Quotes About Fears

Our deepest fears are like dragons guarding our deepest treasure.

From infinite longings finite deeds rise As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies, But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend And trembling from their lack of power descend- So through the falling torrent of our fears Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears. - Symbols

So do not fear the struggle; rather, embrace it. Embrace it in the knowledge that the Grand Weaver will take all of your struggles, questions, disappointments, and fears and use them to build your faith and increasingly make you into a man or woman who looks like Jesus Christ.

The use of reason is to justify the obscure desires that move our conduct, impulses, passions, prejudices and follies, and also our fears.

It would have been so much in accordance with the wisdom of life, which consists in putting out of sight all the reminders of our folly, of our weakness, of our mortality; all that makes against our efficiency — the memory of our failures, the hints of our undying fears, the bodies of our dead friends.

The subconscious mind takes your fears as a request, proceeds to manifest them, and brings them into your experience.

Secrets that reside in the mind of one person aren't really secrets. They're unspoken fears.

Secrets that reside only in the mind of one person aren't really secrets. They're unspoken fears.

search for peace (harmony; undisturbedness from fears, agitating passions, and moral conflicts) and seek it eagerly. [Do not merely desire peaceful relations with God, with your fellowmen, and with yourself, but pursue, go after them!]" 1 Peter 3:11 AMP I

Artistic anorexia & sexual avoidance have the same root fears – fear of intimacy, fear of exposure, fear of failure".

I prefer to hide unsettling things and let them build into life-scarring neuroses.

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.

The Soviets are here." The news spread like panic through the small village of Albertyn, Poland, on October 17, 1939. I had just finished Mass and breakfast on that memorable morning, when bewildered parishioners came to the mission to tell me the news. It was news we had feared ever since it had become clear that Germany and Russia were dividing up Poland. But now our fears were a reality. The Red Army was in Albertyn.

Art is a high calling – fears are coincidental. Coincidental, sneaky and disruptive, we might add, disguising themselves variously as laziness, resistance to deadlines, irritation with materials or surroundings, distraction over the achievements of others – indeed as anything that keeps you from giving your work your best shot. What separates artists from ex-artists is that those who challenge their fears, continue; those who don't, quit.

Fears about artmaking fall into two families: fears about yourself and fears about your reception by others.

Such groundless fears will arise in the mind, before it has resumed its vigour after sleep!

Secession was an unequivocal act which relieved the unbearable tension that had been building for years. It was a catharsis for pent-up fears and hostilities. It was a joyful act that caused people literally to dance in the streets. Their fierce gaiety anticipated the celebratory crowds that gathered along the Champs-Elysees and the Unter den Linden and at Pica-dilly Circus in that similarly innocent world of August 1914.

A quality man examines his heart, exposing the fears that generate the lies that lead to sin.

The painful apprehension within the administration mirrored the fears experienced in hundreds of thousands of homes throughout the country.

It's disquieting to reflect that one's dreams never symbolize one's real wishes, but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter, I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter's embraces?

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

Le des tin des abstractions est de s'accrocher à vous un instant puis de disparaître. Seuls les mots qui sont des images demeurent. Le reste est un brin de paille. Pourtant il me fallut des années pour me libérer des érudits, de leur tutelle, de leur sourire supérieur, et revenir à mes amis fidèles qui savaient qu'un homme n'est rien d'autre qu'une pelote de faiblesses et de peurs.

That's what happens when you've had great success in life—when you've achieved the one goal you always desired. You lose a sense of purpose. Your smallest anxieties fester and magnify. Your fears turn inward, and attach themselves to irrational concerns.

Congress acknowledged that society's accumulated myths and fears about disability and disease are as handicapping as are the physical limitations that flow from actual impairment.