Quotes About Fear

Terror made me cruel . . .

But never met this FellowAttended or aloneWithout a tighter breathingAnd Zero at the Bone—

Dying! To be afraid of theeOne must to thine ArtilleryHave left exposed a Friend—Than thine old Arrow is a ShotDelivered straighter to the HeartThe leaving Love behind.

A narrow Fellow in the GrassOccasionally rides—

Might it also be that creating narratives around murder allows a measure of comfort? Murder in the abstract is terrifying; in the details, you realise it has nothing to do with you.

People ask if what I've been through has made me afraid and of course, it has. But not of monsters. Only of those who insist they exist.

The quaking bystanders in a superstitious age would soon have slain an isolated bold man in the beginning of his innovations.

Martyrdom is the new beginning for revolutionary leaders. It enlighten the path of freedom upon which people fear to walk due to darkness.

I have the sick fantasy that whatever I see at the movies is going to happen to me at home. My bladder capacity increased tenfold after I saw "The Shining" because I was sure that if I went into the bathroom late at night, there would be a dead woman in the bathtub.

Bao gi? chúng ta còn là nô l? c?a d?c v?ng, chúng ta không sao ??t ???c h?nh phúc. N?u ??t ???c l?i s? m?t ?i, càng có nhi?u càng lo s? nhi?u, có ?úng th? không? Tóm l?i, mu?n có h?nh phúc th?t s?, ph?i v??t lên kh?i s? hãi và ham mu?n.

We exhort the compromisers to open their hearts to truth, to free themselves of their wretched and blind circumspection, of their intellectual arrogance, and of the servile fear which dries up their souls and paralyzes their movements.

All people and all men are filled with a kind of premonition, and everyone whose vital organs are not paralyzed faces with shuddering expectation the approaching future which will utter the redeeming word.

At this prison the doors are inches thick, steel; once factory smooth, they now carry multiple dents. Imprints of human faces, knees, elbows, teeth, residue of blood are harvested large on their gray surface. Prison hieroglyphics: pain, fear, death, all permanently recorded here, at least until a new slab of metal arrives.

There's no greater chaos than when swift, violent death knocks on the door of an unsuspecting crowd.

King heard the bang, like the sound of a dropped book. He could feel the moisture on his hand where it had touched Ritter's back. And now the moisture wasn't just sweat. His hand stung where the slug had come out of the body and taken a chunk off his middle finger before hitting the wall behind him. As Ritter dropped, King felt like a comet flying hell-bent and still taking a billion light-years to get where it's actually going.

There are two different kinds of terrorists. I think what happened in Las Vegas or in Texas shows we need to expand our definition of terrorism. In my mind these are incidents of terrorism, just as what happened in New York to those bikers. If the act is designed to kill people and instill fear in people's hearts it is terrorism.

And I was alone, had been for a while, and might be for a while, but it no longer frightened me the way it had. I was discovering something terrifyingly simple: there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was discovering this in the way, I suppose, that everybody does, but having tried, endlessly, to do something about it.

Yes, he had been there: chafing and pushing and pounding, trying to awaken a frozen girl. The battle was awful because the girl wished to be awakened but was terrified of the unknown. Every movement that seemed to bring her closer to him, to bring them closer together, had its violent recoil, driving them farther apart. Both clung to a fantasy rather than to each other, tried to suck pleasure from the crannies of the mind, rather than surrender the secrets of the body.

Few things in this world trouble people more than poverty, or the fear of poverty; and indeed it is a sore affliction; but, like all other ills that flesh is heir to, it has its antidote, its reliable remedy. The judicious application of industry, prudence, and temperance is a certain cure.

When desire dies, fear is born.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.

Feeble folk are as easily reassured as they are frightened.

The apparition of that august old woman, in her Breton costume, shrouded in her coif (a sort of hooded mantle of black cloth), accompanied by Brigaut, appalled Sylvie; she fancied she saw death.

Ultimately, though, it's living people that frighten me the most. It's always seemed to me that nothing could be scarier than a person, because as dreadful places can be, they're still just places; and no matter how awful ghosts might seem, they're just dead people. I always thought that the most terrifying things anyone could ever think up were the things living people came up with.