Quotes About Fear

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

he said that it was better to cry for love than for fear, but best of all for repentance.

To be lost and forgotten-to be abandoned-is a shared and terrible fear, just as our fondest hope, as we grow older, is that we might leave some parts of us behind in the hearts of those we love and in that way live on.

She didn't want to be one of those old ladies obsessed with death, hearing it in every tick of the clock and creak of the floorboards, as if it were prowling around the house like a burglar

But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.

Real dread is knowing that your thoughts lie to you, even when you think you are being honest

Det är nutidsmänniskans tragik att hon har upphört att våga vara rädd. Det är ödesdigert för därmed följer att hon också successivt tvingas sluta med att tänka.

Only he who is not at home in the land of little dogs will be left to become a big dog. And the only advantage of being a big dog in a world of little dogs is that you are no longer afraid to die. But a big dog - least of all a big dog - cannot escape the shame of living either. This is why I'm doing what I'm doing.

Por isso, é lícito que lhe seja dito aquilo que disseram, certa ocasião, a alguém: aquele que não teme a vida, também não a amará; aquele que não teme a morte, também não poderá morrer com dignidade; aquele que não teme a si mesmo, também não amará a nenhum outro.

Behöver man vara rädd för den man har älskat? För jag älskade henne. Jag älskade henne verkligen. Det är sant. Men jag är ju inte rädd. Jag bara saknar henne. Först gjorde jag det inte. Ty inte saknar man det som inte finns. Nu vet jag att hon finns. Hon finns ini mig. Därför att hon älskade mig, finns hon ini mig. Därför skall jag låta henne stanna.

I'm very much afraid of being mad - that's my one fear.

Black power can be clearly defined for those who do not attach the fears of white America to their questions about it.

Instinctively, he reached for his knife, fumbled fro fractions of a second with the thong of a purse, tore it loose. He stabbed frantically at the thing that surrounded him, tore the blade through cloth and hair and flesh. One part fell away, a languid, dead flailing of limbs and hair. The other gripped him, and even though he had stabbed a limb, would not release him.

She could sense something creeping towards her home, shrouded in thunder, carried by it.

Melandra shivered, remembering all the hours she had spent alone as a young girl, and the tall, sinister shadows that might have waited for her in the tangled corners of the garden playgrounds.

Poor Vicretia was pale as a forest flower, trembling uncontrallably. Yet even in her fear there was anticipation, excitement.

You had to face the fear to be worthy of acceptance.

We are disposable, Othman is not. They want him, they prize him, they fear and respect him. What is he, huh? What do you think he is?

He could see the great cloud of fear, shot with red and black, that was the god-form of Madragore, created by men, sustained by men.

The voice was spined with sarcasm, but there was a fearless confidence about it that filled Shemyaza with angry terror. He felt helpless, hanging there within the crystal, enveloping the lightless chill of the nameless presence.

How could she have felt afraid of the sea? It had demonstrated its power because it was the primal form of all female power; she had always been kin to it. Now, it called to her.

When Shan was fifteen years old, dark soldiers come out of the west, like a cloud of evil boiling over the soft hills of his homeland. They commanded terrible beasts, which killed with hooked claws like scythes and cold eyes that dripped icy fire. The soldiers wore helmets that looked like fiends, tusked and snarling and sneering.

How fragile she had appeared, so breakable, in her borrowed finery and painted child's face.

Our elders wanted to forget the past, and relatively youthful people, like myself, complied with their wishes; we had been trained to fear our history.