Quotes About Fear

Surely, whatever lived in this place had preceded him from the hall of the dead. He was kindred to it. There was no need for fear.

Ah, how young you are, how beautiful. I can't bear to think what will happen to you. I can't bear the thought of watching you wither.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

You have a beautiful face, mister. I'd hate to think of it pecked away.

It seemed that walls were closing around her, walls of fire.

The man's words somehow unflexed him in time and space. He felt momentarily unreal, as if his very existence depended on the next words this stranger would utter. He had to make a noise, take some action, to dispell the terrifying sensation.

There is nothing for you to fear in being honest.

The serpent'll have you. He likes tender flesh. I like to watch.

His own madness was the last thing he feared.

He did not want to believe in ghosts, and he feared his own madness.

Creatures that feed upon blood are abhorred and feared by the majority of humans.

He had seen this strange and guarded smile on Jadrin's face before. It spoke of power, the kind of which Ashalan had only a cursory grasp. It made him feel he was sitting next to a totatl stranger, and someone not entirely human. It made him afraid.

He hugged Daniel tightly for a moment, and Daniel could feel Othman's body trembling as if he was weeping. He knew then that Othman would kill him.

He had the face of a judgmental angel, beautiful, and because of that, terrifying.

A person yearning for suicide is afraid of nothing, surely. And this incredible twin, rising through the water wearing his own face, seemed a terrible thing to face. He was afraid of losing himself to the vision, the bright Finnigin that had risen to rebirth.

He knew that he'd accepted the past, but he did not relish its return. Out here, he was safe from it, or so he'd thought.

The song changed, became more conventional, and the words burned into Khaster's mind. Could they possibly be addressed to him? The song was about the stupidity and waste of self-hatred, about realizing the wonder of life, becoming free from fear and misery.

My lady was just a vague shadow further up the road, tireless. I was afraid of losing her, believing that if I paused to rest, she would simply vanish forever.

I wanted you, Pharinet. Is that so terrible? I love your brother. It often frightens me how much. I have to possess what he possesses.

When the dragon women smiled upon you, you could be assured of good fortune, but their anger was swift and without remorse. People feared the daughters of Foy, yet they loved them too, for they were the warriors of Caradore.

Calling them creatures merely assists them to intimidate you.

The thought of facing Owen Winter's satyr smile by candlelight was chilling.

Othman knew he was powerful, and often subjugated people and spirits weaker than himself, but his was a lazy sense of power. He balked at confronting entities that might be a match for him.

In her heart, she was afraid that Lahash's attraction to her was far outweighed by his desire to snare Shemyaza.