Quotes About Fear

the complex responses prompted by the word 'Orwellian' which still carry force: fear, integrity, directness, concern for language, plain prose, individual humanity, a striving to see things as they really are, a willingness to admit error, and, above all, the concept of a sense of decency in human relations.

heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had

He was not certain that he would use the razor blade even if he got the chance. It was more natural to exist from moment to moment, accepting another ten minutes' life even with the certainty that there was torture at the end of it.

A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. Even when he is alone he can never be sure that he is alone.

We may be together for another six months -a year- there's no knowing. At the end we're certain to be apart. Do you realise how utterly alone we shall be? When once they get hold of us there will be nothing, literally nothing, that either of us can do for the other.

Crimestop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought.

SavaÅŸta yani tehlikede olmak duygusu, yaÅŸaman?n tek çözüm yolu olarak bütün gücün s?n?rl? bir zümrenin eline verilmesini hakl? gösterir.

Her Parti üyesinin becerikli, çal??kan ve dar bir çerçeve içerisinde zeki olmas? beklenir. Ama her ÅŸeye inanmas? ve savaÅŸ durumuna uygun olmas? için korku, kin, yaltaklanma ve a??r? coÅŸkulanma özellikleri olan tinsel bir yap?s?n?n olmas? gerekmektedir.

Suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting "Traitor!" and "Thought-criminal!", the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gamboling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.

Podemos estar seguros de que nunca morirá y no hay manera de saber cuándo nació. El Gran Hermano es la concreción con que el Partido se presenta al mundo. Su función es actuar como punto de mira para todo amor, miedo o respeto, emociones que se sienten con mucha mayor facilidad hacia un individuo que hacia una organización

If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate.

If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--forever.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

Gold bringeth unto its possessor responsibility and a changed position with his fellow men. It bringeth fear lest he lose it or it be tricked away from him. It bringeth a feeling of power and ability to do good. Likewise, it bringeth opportunities whereby his very good intentions may bring him into difficulties.

Weak people live in perpetual fear and foreboding.

The contours of the coming disaster expanded to include the deaths of all present.

Sermon: Why this surprising? Did you think you were going to live forever? Only difference between you, sitting there anticipating rest of your day, and Todd, in coffin, bound for eternal home in cold earth? Is heartbeat. Feel that, people? In your chests? This is thin line between you and grave. So why do you live like you are eternal? That foolish, you are fools. This scary? This not scary! This truth, this reality!

He didn't like the thought of them knowing he'd been scared. Didn't like the thought of them knowing what a fool he'd been. Oh, to hell with that! Tell everyone! He'd done it! He'd been driven to do it and he'd done it and that was it. That was him. That was part of who he was.

I can look back and see that I've spent much of my life in a cloud of things that have tended to push being kind to the periphery. Things like: Anxiety. Fear. Insecurity. Ambition. The mistaken belief that enough accomplishment will rid me of all that anxiety, fear, insecurity, and ambition. The belief that if I can only accrue enough -- enough accomplishment, money, fame -- my neuroses will disappear.

They were both so scared they weren't talking at all, which made me feel the kind of shame you know you're not going to cure by saying sorry, and where the only thing to do is: go out, get more shame.

Those stories tended to be located around the places where things went wrong, and people were cruel to one another, and so on. They reflected what was probably the most urgent truth operating in me at that time: oh, shit, things can go wrong, and if they do, people get hurt, and I might be one of them, in spite of the fact that I am, you know, me.

Then, the massive hands lifted the new people up to a pair of giant indescribable lips and whispered, in a fundamentally untranslatable Creator-language, something that meant, approximately: THIS TIME, BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER. REMEMBER: EACH OF YOU WANTS TO BE HAPPY. AND I WANT YOU TO. EACH OF YOU WANTS TO LIVE FREE FROM FEAR. AND I WANT YOU TO. EACH OF YOU ARE SECRETLY AFRAID YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH. BUT YOU ARE, TRUST ME, YOU ARE.

All night I have bad dreams about severed hands. In one I'm eating chili and a hand comes out of my bowl and gives me the thumbs-down. I

Was he some kind of worrywart? It worried him.