Quotes About Fear

Tyranny happens when a society turns against itself, with one part usurping the power of [the] whole and applying it to the exploitation of the rest. Corruption, or misdirection of public effort for private gain, is one common feature of tyranny.... Government through fear is another common feature of tyranny, since it it through fear that one part of society can induce the other to betray its own interests.

How silent lies the world Within fair twilight furled, Bringing such sweet relief! A quiet room resembling, Where, without fear or trembling, You sleep away day's grief.

La Jeune Fille: Va-t'en, ah, va-t'en! Disparais, odieux squelette! Je suis encore jeune, disparais! Et ne me touche pas! » La Mort: Donne-moi la main, douce et belle créature! Je suis ton amie, tu n'as rien à craindre. Laisse-toi faire! N'aie pas peur Viens sagement dormir dans mes bras

A lot of people are afraid of critique because they think it means you aren't supporting them. For me, the most important thing in any kind of relationship is the critical engagement.

My students should be afraid: choosing what kind of work you'll do to a great extent means choosing who you'll be.

Women fear that men will have their way and then slither away. Men fear that women will come back and boil their bunnies.

It is men's worst fear, personally and professionally, that women will pin the sin on them.

So much of anxiety was anxiety about having anxiety.

We're going to die, Keith said, the moment he was gone. This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us.

Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie's veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn't do the talking—her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.

One question, I said. Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die? No, he said. It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too. I'll take that as a yes, I said.

The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.

It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.

Anxiety, her therapist had told her many times, never killed anyone. It felt like death, but it was an illusion. A terrible illusion that inhabited your body and tried to make it its puppet. It told you nothing mattered because everything was made of fear.

People say depression lies. Anxiety is just stupid. It's unable to tell the difference between things that are actually scary (being buried alive, for example) and things that are not scary at all (being in bed under the covers). It hits all the same buttons. Stop. Go. Up. Down. It's all the same to anxiety.

Maybe he understood how terrifying it is to do the thing you meant to do.

Don't follow someone into the dark, Stevie. I've seen it happen too many times.

I'm scared. To Nate's credit, he did not ask why she was scared, and he did not tell her not to be scared. Maybe he understood how terrifying it is to do the thing you meant to do.

Why was she so anxious? Because she had anxiety.

I felt so alone on that train... a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.

It just seemed like telling the truth would mean admitting some weakness

Stevie had no fears of the dead. The living, however, sometimes gave her the creeps.

And then, it arrived. Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It's very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself. It sucks the air out of your lungs and scrambles the world. Her vision went spotty around the edges. The ringing in her ears swelled again. Her knees buckled.

There were for sure snakes at the camp. It was entirely made of snakes. Why hadn't she thought of the snakes?