Quotes About Fear

Rich people can be generous, even the ones with bloodcurdling political views can be generous, but most believe in generosity on their own terms, and underneath (not so deep, either), they're always afraid someone is going to steal their presents and eat their birthday cake.

If a fear cannot be articulated, it can't be conquered.

Frightened people live in their own special hell. You could say they make it themselves, but they can't help it. It's the way they're built. They deserve sympathy and compassion.

I am, he thought dimly, watching a vampire take a piss.

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

There is no group therapy or psychiatry or community social services for the child who must cope with the thing under the bed or in the cellar every night, the thing which leers and capers and threatens just beyond the point where vision will reach. The same lonely battle must be fought night after night and the only cure is the eventual ossification of the imaginary faculties, and this is called adulthood.

Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.

Creepy as hell. You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?

I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.

Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vulnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.

If you're going into a very dark place, then you should take a bright light, and shine it on everything. If you don't want to see, why in God's name would you dare the dark at all?

As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into a hole filled with bright light. As always, the glum knowledge that he would not write as well as he wanted to write. As always the terror of not being able to finish, of accelerating into a brick wall. As always, the marvelous joyful nervy feeling of journey begun.

There are things of such darkness and horror—just, I suppose, as there are things of such great beauty—that they will not fit through the puny human doors of perception.

I know that the thing under my bed doesn't exist. But I also know that if I keep my feet under the blanket, it won't grab my ankle

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Doc," Jack Torrance said. "Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you." "No," Danny said. "Oh Danny, for God's sake—" "No," Danny said. He took one of his father's bloody hands and kissed it. "It's almost over.

Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.

The sleep of reason breeds monsters.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?' - Yes. - My Imagination. - I thought you were going to say Fear, itself. - Then you have a small imagination.

She laughed at the stars, frightened but free, her terror as sharp as pain and as sweet as a ripe October apple

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

I'm so afraid that all I can reach will lead me to all I dare not see.

As I said at the beginning, this is a horror story.