Quotes About Fear

I want to shed my fears one by one until there is nothing left of me.

I closed my own eyes for a moment and recovered, but incompletely. I can't forget how close insanity is, how easy it might be to drive off the shoulder of the road into a place where no one would ever find me.

I go to another room, hoping someone will notice me, but I stay silent out of loyalty or fear.

I used to avoid people when I was afraid I loved them too much.

Horror is terror that stayed the night.

I wasn't afraid of him; I was afraid of my feeling. It was more powerful than God. If we'd ever spoken it might have burned the whole place down.

When the worst comes to pass, the first feeling is relief.

I write in defense of the beliefs I fear are least defensible.

If I let you go are you going to hit me again?" "What do you think?" "Then I'm not going to let you go.

He couldn't just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself. "I love you." Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy.

I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.

All the fear has left me now, I'm not frightened anymore. It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh, it's my mouth that pushes out this breath.

He pushed up his visor and came over to me. He put his shield arm around me and pulled me close. This new skin of his was cold and hard, and I was glad of it. But I wished I could take him by the hair and dip him in metal, so that he was covered all over, for I didn't like the chinks, the way a dagger could find the back of his knee and hamstring him, or a sword find its way through the mail under his arm. We are imperfect vessels. We leak so easily.

You may be afraid, but you may not let your fear chase you away from what must be done.

it was not going she dreaded—only leaving.

Part of me could do it. Run off and get married. But another part... Another part of me wondered if I could really trust anyone. If all relationships were all doomed.

I do not like children. I do not know how to speak to them. They frightened and confused me when I was a child myself, and they frighten and confuse me now that I am an adult.

Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad' " is one of the scariest stories I have ever read,

The future felt like a herd of buffalo stampeding straight at me, and all I wanted was to get the fuck out of the way.

His smile was unpleasant, the teeth prominent and yellow and wolflike. His smell was musty and sweaty at once, and I gave in and backed up a step.

He had come to believe in the fullness and flowering of his love for her, that he knew Violet's every mood, every thought; but now he seemed to be losing her, and this sense that she was drifting away, borne on a current he could not feel, made him angry because it made him afraid.

He began to laugh again, a croaking, rasping vile sound that made me want to stop my ears with my fingers.

The world is disappearing, piece by piece; the darkness has closed in around me long before the sun sets.

I ride behind the dog out of the city; the city of burning, the city of ghosts. When the gatemouth has shrunk behind us, the dog stops and come back and ties my hands to the saddle. Then we ride again. I don't know how long we ride. Everything hurts, and the city is screaming behind me.