Quotes About Fear

I have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens." Woody Allen *

eggs. You're a liar! You're another. You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up. Aw—take a walk! Say—if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head. Oh, of course you will. Well I will. Well why don't you do it then? What do you keep saying you will for? Why don't you do it? It's because you're afraid. I ain't afraid. You are.

his own dread name I command it—BGWJJILLIGKKK!" Then I touched off the hogshead of rockets, and a vast fountain of dazzling lances of fire vomited itself toward the zenith with a hissing rush, and burst in mid-sky into a storm of flashing jewels! One mighty groan of terror started up from the massed people—then suddenly broke into a wild hosannah of joy—for there, fair and plain in the uncanny glare, they saw the freed water leaping forth!

Just as I was moaning out the closing hunks of that word. I touched off one of my electric connections, and all that murky world of people stood revealed in a hideous blue glare! It was immense—that effect! Lots of people shrieked, women curled up and quit in every direction, foundlings collapsed by platoons. The abbot and the monks crossed themselves nimbly and their lips fluttered with agitated prayers.

The Doc. Virginia and Simon had told me that Dr. Dale was my doctor. I have a fuzzy recollection of walking up to some doctor-looking person and being totally absorbed by his gold tie clip. I suspected it was the button to end the world so I didn't touch it. I'm pretty sure it was Dr. Dale. I don't know who else would be so tasteless as to walk around a mental hospital wearing the button to end the world.

I'm subject to occasional theological nightmares. The one that leaves me in a cold sweat every time is, I arrive at the pearly gates and the first thing I'm asked is where I went to college.

Maybe just being open to things being connected made us see more. Now I shudder whenever I find that sort of connectedness creeping into my life.

Any historian knows...that possibilities and history are connected. It's not simply our hard work, but that we lived in circumstances in which prosperity wasn't taken away. For most people, for most of history, it's not true that religion, work and love have led to successful, happy lives. Instability, fear, disease, and war are so much more common that our lives are tremendous exceptions. Isn't that miraculous?

the most ancient parts of the brain make no distinction between the external threat of the tiger and internal "threats" such as worries about the future or memories from the past.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

Since when did you bring a gun? Navidson asks, crouching near the door. Are you kidding me? This place is scary .

Mad woman on another tour; Everything she is she spits out on the floor. An old man tells me she's sicker than the rest. God I've never been afraid like this.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.

Not only had Navidson carried Karen out of that house, he had picked her up a hundred times over the course of eleven years and carried her fear, her torment, and her distance.

recogniz[ing] the dangerous influence the unknown naturally has on everyone. P.60

I've got to stop blinking in the face of my fear. I must hear what I scream. I must remember what I dream.

Slowly but surely, I grew more and more disoriented, increasingly more detached from the world, something sad and awful straining around the edges of my mouth, surfacing in my eyes. I stopped going out at night. I stopped going out. Nothing could distract me. I felt like I was losing control. Something terrible was going to happen. Eventually something terrible did happen.

I stopped going out. Nothing could distract me. I felt like I was losing control. Something terrible was going to happen. Eventually something terrible did happen.

Of course during all this, the children are once again abandoned, left to look after each other, with no one around to help translate the horror of the afternoon.