Quotes About Fear

How can I go on living here and suspecting everybody ?

Oh, I'm not afraid of death! What have I got to live for after all? I suppose you believe it's very wrong to kill a person who has injured you-even if they've taken away everything you had in the world?

The truth is people are an extraordinary mixture of heroism and cowardice.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion - to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear - nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you - It is poisonous - a miasma.

Love can be a very frightening thing." "That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

People in the dark are quite different, aren't they?

I suppose, like most young people nowadays, boredom is what you dread most in the world, and yet, I can assure you, there are worse things.

Because this is just what a nightmare is. Walking about among people you know, looking in their faces- and suddenly the faces change- and it's not someone you know any longer- it's a stranger- a cruel stranger.

In my opinion half the people who spend their lives avoiding being run over by buses had much better be run over and put safely out of the way. They're no good.

It's so dreadfully easy...killing people… And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter…That it's only you that matters! It's dangerous...that.

Suzanne likes thrills, but she hates being uncomfortable.

Oh no, I'm not brave. When a thing is certain there's nothing to be brave about. All you can do is to find your consolation.

Don't be a fool," Vera Claythorne urged herself. "It's all right. Elly Kleinman and others are downstairs. All four of them. There's no one in the room. There can't be. You're imagining things, my girl.

once a weak person gets really frightened, they get quite savage with terror and they've no self-control at all.

A madman is a very dangerous thing.

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood; Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".

Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.

Uncertainty creates panic.

I think somebody deliberately wanted to frighten her.

Miss Marple,' said Sir Henry, "you frighten me. I hope you will never wish to remove me. Your plans would be too good.

She didn't want to die. She couldn't imagine wanting to die…Death was for—for other people.

Does nothing frighten you, Anne Beddingfeld?" "Oh, yes," I said, with an assumption of coolness I was far from feeling. "Wasps, sarcastic women, very young men, cockroaches, and superior shop assistants.

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