Quotes About Fear

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Guys are born with a fundamental, genetically transmitted mental condition known to psychologists as the Fear That if You Get Married, Some Single Guy, Somewhere, Will Be Having More Fun Than You.

Fear mongers make their scares all the more credible by backing up would-be experts' assertions with testimonials from people the audience will find sympathetic.

Mark my word, if and when these preachers get control of the [Republican] party, and they're sure trying to do so, it's going to be a terrible damn problem. Frankly, these people frighten me. Politics and governing demand compromise. But these Christians believe they are acting in the name of God, so they can't and won't compromise. I know, I've tried to deal with them.

Mystery and terror are the bulwarks of tyranny.

The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination. It takes your stare and turns it back on you

Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough that she knew it wasn't hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.

Fear can keep you alive. The trick is not to let it overwhelm you. Not to let it rule you. If you're afraid, that's the universe trying to tell you something. Get away. Don't run; don't panic. Just pick up and walk out, calm as you please. Panic makes you stupid.

I just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.

Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.

Jazz felt as though his own life was a mindfield, one he'd lost the map for. One wrong step and he'd lose a foot or leg. or his mind.

His safe haven had turned into an ambush.

I'm going to die. This is how I'm going to die, and this is where I'm going to die. Because I did all the stupid things you yell at stupid people for doing in stupid movies.

That's what I thought I was. A stalker of stalkers. A predator preying on predators.

I jam my hands into my pockets because otherwise I'm afraid I'll try to hold hers. That's the sort of stupid thing I would do.

Every night for almost as long as I can remember, I go to bed and I ask the voice in my head, "Is it time yet?" And every time, the voice says, "No. Not yet." [...] that night, the voice did not say "No." That night, the voice said, "Almost. Be ready." And then... And then Aneesa. Aneesa. [...] Tonight, I am afraid to ask the voice. I am afraid of what it will say. I am afraid to hear "Yes" and I am afraid to hear "No.

Bang, they say. Bang. And bang. And bang. I pull my hand into my lap, lest my acid touch sear her. Bang. Guns. Big guns. Yes, I've fired one once. Yes, I'll do it again. But maybe. I look over at Aneesa. Maybe not just yet. Maybe not right away.

There's so much fear involved in trying to do something you don't know how to do that drugs and alcohol can become a big part of your life if you have an addictive personality or are very unsure, which most songwriters are.

It's extraordinary, is it not, Cornelius? A creature of such power--shaken by his own shadow! Driven by fear--of himself!

Sprawled out on the front lawn/ looking up at an ordinary sky/ it could fall on me and some how be/ the day I didn't die.

There are many who fear disgrace, few who fear conscience.

The supreme mystery of despotism, its prop and stay, is to keep men in a state of deception, and with the specious title of religion to cloak the fear by which they must be held in check, so that they will fight for their servitude as if for salvation.

The greatest secret of monarchic rule...is to keep men deceived and to cloak in the specious name of religion the fear by which they must be checked, so that they will fight for slavery as they would for salvation, and will think it not shameful, but a most honorable achievement, to give their life and blood that one man may have a ground for boasting.

There can be no hope without fear, and no fear without hope.