Quotes About Fear

Do not despair if the answer is slow in coming. Bethlehem proves the faithfulness of God. He answers our fears with a baby wrapped in rags. They that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. This is the promise of God.

Man is an indolent creature, but light the fire of fear under him, and of what miracles is he not capable.

I am too nervous to eat pie.

I want to hide from it, that's what I want to do. I want to just close my eyes and let it pass by. Let it take the next man.

after a minute, you continue writing. she screams again. you wonder how long this can go on.

A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.

If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat - just to see what ran out of it. Caterpillar blood, I said.

All she did was take her hand out of her bag, with a gun in it. All she did was point it at me and smile. All I did was nothing.

The muzzle of the Luger looked like the mouth of the Second Street tunnel, but I didn't move. Not being bullet proof is an idea I had had to get used to.

If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat — just to see what ran out of it.

There is something compulsive about a telephone. The gadget-ridden man of our age loves it, loathes it, and is afraid of it. But he always treats it with respect, even when he is drunk. The telephone is a fetish.

A dark woman with a sharp nose opened her mouth to yell and no sound came from her. There was the instant when nobody makes a sound, when it almost seems as if there will never again be any sound—after the sound of a gun. (Guns at Cyrano's)

If a well man prays, that's faith. A sick man prays and he is just scared. Nuts to prayer. This is the world you made and you make it all by yourself and what little outside help you got – well, you made that too. Stop praying, you jerk.

He stared at me and his left hand began to edge towards the gun. He belonged to the Wandering Hand Society. The girls would have had a time with him.

Out there in the night of a thousand crimes people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick, bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.

Right,' I said. 'Tell that to your coppers next time they shoot down some scared petty larceny crook running away up an alley with a stolen spare.

A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who

There was nothing left to fear. He would endure or he wouldn't.

Fear is the little death, daughter. It kills in tiny pieces.

what matters isn't whether or not you're frightened, but how you behave.

Fear had driven two enemies into each other's arms and he smiled at that thought. 'They fear me more than they do each other and that is good' he thought.

power in and of itself is neither worthy of respect nor fear; it simply is. It is how power is employed, and towards what ends, that ennobles or denigrates the wielder of power.

there was no answer he knew, until he actually faced death.

A hunt leader could not show fear, or let it linger in his stomach, for others would sense it soon enough, taste that fear and become possessed by it. They would hesitate when an order was given, and uncertainty would claim their life as readily as the blade of the enemy.