Quotes About Fear

i got the fear deep inside. breathing hard, i stumble up the stairs avoiding inquisitive eye contact. the darker you are, the harder you die and they don't never care. i need to rest.

I lay in bed absorbing fear, collecting strength, enjoying the slumberous sounds of solitude. To perish without love, I think, is a tragedy worth knowing.

normalcy? an answer to a crossword puzzle question my body bears the strain of a suicide wannabe the look in my eye turns people away humanity frightens so easily that the words bubble to the top of the lobotomized

my chest hurts nearly every day now. people laugh and tell me i have heartburn. some tell me i'm heartbroken or depressed but i've been both and this is neither. yep, this time i think i'm going to bite the big one, keel over, croak and all of that any day now, any hour, any minute, any second, anytime.

I turned and beheld seven rows of plasma screens, each bearing seven vivid scenes, each flickering, each pulsing with a light revealing distant terrors, conflagrations, sufferings - and all thereby brought so close, and all thereby kept far away.

Fear is not a bad thing, soldier. We all have fears. Fear only becomes bad when you become so afraid of that fear that you freeze, and you let that fear take control of you so much that you cannot fight.

What will it take for you to forgive yourself for the mistakes you have made? Nobody sets out to fail. And yet we all do it. When we forgive ourselves for our mistakes, we give ourselves permission to be successful again. When we give ourselves permission to not be perfect, we stop dragging around the dead weight of guilt and fear and self-hatred. Then everything can shift. Then the whole world opens up to us. We can begin being the champions we've been all along.

Stressed out with the new version and the resistance of the world fears that it is continuing, don't

I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend." "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.

In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.

it was always impossible to put a price on making your enemy shit their breeches.

I am utterly emboldened in my cowardice.

Butterflies instantly came to life in his stomach, and the little bastards were heavily armed.

Come, then! Face Ravelle! The gods have sent your doom, motherfuckers!

Let's start wobbling, shall we? said Locke's knees, but this offer was met by a counterproposal from his better judgement to simply freeze up and do nothing, like a man treading water who sees a tall black fin coming straight at him.

It was easy to laugh at such conceits in full daylight. But night had a way of lending weight to phantasms.

A voice called out, cold as chloroform and old shame.

anyone in command feigns ease when death is near. We do it for those around us, and we do it for ourselves. We do it because the sole alternative is to die cringing. The difference between an experienced leader and an untested one is that only the untested one is shocked at how well they can pretend when their hand is forced.

I shall grind your bones to powder," he hollered, transfixing the three Gentlemen Bastards with his gleaming eyes. "And with that dust I'll make cement for paving stones, and for a hundred years to come you'll have no rest beneath the crush of strange wheels and the tramp of strange boots! Drunkards will make their unclean water upon you, and I shall laugh to think of it

If only you'd landed on your head, you'd have nothing to fear but the bill for damaged cobblestones.

anyone in command feigns ease when death is near. We do it for those around us, and we do it for ourselves. We do it because the sole alternative is to die cringing.

Ramon Artagaveytia once survived a sinking ship in 1871. He was so scared from this experience he didn't get on another ship till forty one years later. Unfortunately for him that ship was Titanic.