Quotes About Fear

No one is more arrogant, more aggressive or more disdainful towards women, than a man who is fearful for his masculinity.

She is twelve years old, and her story is written in the heavens; she will discover it day after day without shaping it; she is curious but frightened when she thinks about this life whose every step is planned in advance and toward which every day irrevocably moves her

the little girl feels that her body is escaping her, that it is no longer the clear expression of her individuality; it becomes foreign to her; and at the same moment, she is grasped by others as a thing; on the street, eyes follow her, her body is subject to comments; she would like to become invisible she is afraid of becoming flesh and afraid to show her flesh

I loved being loved: the bleakness of my future terrified me.

I would sometimes tell myself, fearfully but proudly, that I was mad: it's a very short step between utter loneliness and madness.

Une porte fermé, quelque chose qui guette derrière. Elle ne s'ouvrira pas si je ne bouge pas. Ne pas bouger; jamais. Arrêter le temps et la vie. Mais je sais que je bougerai. La porte s'ouvrira lentement et je verrai ce qu'il y a derrière la porte. C'est l'avenir. La porte de l'avenir va s'ouvrir. Lentement. Implacablement. Je suis sur le seuil. Il n'y a que cette porte et ce qui guette derrière. J'ai peur. Et je ne peux appeler personne au secours. J'ai peur.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace . (Routledge; 1 edition, November 14, 2002) Originally published 1947.

It is the thought of the possible favor of God and of his mercy that makes me tremble with a sort of fear. On the other hand the sense of being like a barren fig tree for Christ tears my heart.

Il y a dans l'âme comme une phagocytose ; tout ce qui est menacé par le temps secrète du mensonge pour ne pas mourir, et à proportion du danger de mort. C'est pourquoi il n'y a pas d'amour de la vérité sans un consentement sans réserve à la mort.

Under a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn "reasonable" and become your enemies, one quarter are afraid to stop and speak, and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive.

a huddle of robot sheep bleating their terror with mechanical lungs of a hundred horsepower.

I wrote 'It Can't Happen Here,' but I began to think it certainly can.

For the first time in America, except during the Civil War and the World War, people were afraid to say whatever came to their tongues.

Every moment everyone felt fear, nameless and omnipresent. They were as jumpy as men in a plague district. Any sudden sound, any unexplained footstep, any unfamiliar script on an envelope, made them startle; and for months they never felt secure enough to let themselves go, in complete sleep. And with the coming of fear went out their pride.

Under a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn reasonable and become your enemies, one quarter are afraid to stop and speak and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive.

Why are you so afraid of the word 'Fascism,' Doremus? Just a word—just a word! And might not be so bad, with all the lazy bums we got panhandling relief nowadays, and living on my income tax and yours—not so worse to have a real Strong Man, like Hitler or Mussolini—like Napoleon or Bismarck in the good old days—and have 'em really run the country and make it efficient and prosperous again.

She looked up at columns of crimson and saffron and burning brown, up at the matronly falls, up at lone pines clinging to jutting rocks that must be already crashing toward her, and in the splendor she knew the Panic fear that is the deepest reaction to beauty.

though I'm afraid, Mrs. Dodsworth, that you'll find our house too dreadfully bookish. Beautiful people like you are superior to books. You ought never to read anything--you ought only to live. You ought to exist imperishably on some Grecian isle amid the wine- dark sea, dancing in the sunshine.

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.

The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.

I say, Watson,' he whispered, 'would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?' 'Not in the least,' I answered in astonishment. 'Ah, that's lucky,' he said, and not another word would he utter that night.

There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination there is no horror.

If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-the-wisps of the imagination.

If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-wisps of the imagination.