Quotes About Fear

The more you learn, the less you fear.

Father can be the person you most hate and most fear, yes, but deep down you expect that he'll be the one to save you.

Are you saying that the people here aren't desperate? I think you're wrong. I think they are and they just don't know it. Oh, they're desperate, all right, but so desperate that they're clinging to what they have.

She] knows that it's fear that keeps her love in check. but what if falling in love i a sign not of weakness but of courage? what if it isnt falling or crashing but taking a leap?

She] knows that it's fear that keeps her love in check. But what if falling in love is a sign not of weakness but of courage? What if it isnt falling or crashing but taking a leap?

Una sensación etérea en la barriga y el corazón aporreándole el pecho como si se estuviera cayendo, y cayendo.

And now I live with that sin of cowardice on my face forever.

Fear did rather play havoc with one's self of time.

I will die, however," he said quite seriously, "if you leave me again. Just watch me.

Her heart was walloping away in her throat, and she was certain he could feel it, as his fingers lingered there. Nearly everything on her body that could stand erect was erect now, clamoring for his touch. The hair on the back of her neck, her arms. Her nipples. Are you afraid, Genevieve? No. You do enjoy saying my name. It has a lilt. I see. Her voice was faint. Because you should consider being a little afraid.

She knew again the delicious little frisson of fear that came with walking the edge of something she knew better than to cross. She had forgotten what this was like. How a man could heighten every moment, remind you of the point of possessing sight and smell, let alone skin and nerve endings and a heart. That a man could so easily make your heart sing like a bloody lark or plummet like a stone.

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

Isabelle, it's all right for you to be a little afraid, but you should also be very excited and joyful, too. You're about to bring a new life into this world. I would rather Winslow do it.

Then it stands to reason that love doesn't make a man less than what he already is. It makes him vulnerable. Perhaps it does, Ramsey agreed. And if his mind is constantly consumed with thoughts of her, then he becomes weak. Is that not so? Ramsey smiled. I'll tell you what is so. You love her, Brodick, and that scares the hell out of you. I should have broken your nose.

Why? Why did you do this to me? He's going to come after me. He won't just kill me. He'll go after you, too. That's right, He can't take the chance. I didn't tell you about it...why? He repeated on a sob? Why did you- You wouldn't take me to New York His mouth dropped open NEW YORK? he shouted. You did all this because I wouldn't take, you to New York!

She was more frightened of the stallion than she was of the Baron.

How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.

And at three o'clock in the morning, as they lie beside us peacefully slumbering away, we wake up in a cold sweat, cheeks flushed, teeth clenched, hearts pounding, wondering: How many more laps do we have left? One hundred? One thousand? Six? Ninety-four? Isn't there somebody out there who can give us a clue?

Last night I had a dream that I was about halfway up a sheer cliff, endlessly high. Up ahead of me was, it seemed, everyone I'd ever known—the guys at the shop, my family, Gwen, Eric, D—and they were pulling ahead, climbing fast, leaving me behind. I tried to call out but found I had no voice, that my words slurred and died in my mouth, that I could not be heard. I awoke with a terrified lurch, unable to scream. I have this dream all the time.

Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.

Become my friend and you embrace a nightmare.

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.