Quotes About Fear

The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.

Fear and work weren't all bad, as companions went. They were both better than loneliness, and the deeper fears, the worse ones that I knew would come true: that I wouldn't see my mother and father for ten years, that I'd never live again in my own home, never run wild in the woods again, that whatever strange alchemy acted on the Dragon's girls would soon begin to take hold of me, and make me into someone I wouldn't recognize at the end of it.

I didn't want her to need to do things like that. I didn't want her to need a sword.

Yes, now I was worrying I'd be turned to the dark side by too much crochet.

He demanded, grimly, "Enough?" I opened my mouth to say yes, to say please. "No," I whispered, horribly afraid now. I could feel the faint quicksilver trace of the shadows still inside me. If we stopped now, they would curl up deep, hiding in my veins and my belly. They would take root and grow and grow and grow, until they strangled all the rest of me.

you sit inside the soundproofed cocoon, hoping you aren't missing the footsteps of something coming at your back, and read textbooks or work on exercise sheets while disembodied voices whisper to you in whatever language you're studying that day. Usually they tell me horrible gory stories or describe my death in loving detail.

even though dignity matters fuck-all when the monsters under your bed are real.

It made me angry, because being angry was better than being afraid.

Feiglings!" Eroica bellowed after them at the top of his lungs as they clawed and scattered his wing dragons.

they will not be so foolish." "Men can be very foolish indeed," Laurence said, "and I must, I do, beg you not to enter into a resolution, which should prevent my being able to face death with equanimity. You should make me a coward, if I must fear that my death should turn you against my country." "But I do not at all want you to face death with equanimity

they were wild-eyed and terrified even in their courage.

There's something nearby," she said. "Something up ahead." The captain heard her and glanced back. "Something dangerous?" "Something dead," Kasia said, and dropped her eyes to her saddle, her hands clenched on the reins.

There's something worse than monsters in that place: something that makes monsters.

And I was so tired of being afraid all the time. It felt like I had been afraid and afraid without stopping forever.

Even when mundanes didn't have science to helpfully explain the world and happily burned witches at the stake, they didn't really believe in magic. If you believed in magic, you wouldn't drag a witch to the stake; you'd have her lob fireballs at your enemies instead.

Als bungeejumpen van de hoogste klif ter wereld je geweldig lijkt, zou je dit ook fantastisch vinden. Ik vond het persoonlijk niks.

Onderweg was het Woud van me weg geweken, alsof het bang was dat ik de spreuk anders weer zou opzeggen. Fulmia.

mother seemed happy because the school yard where Rafik would spend his recesses was surrounded by a high stone wall. She'd recently started talking about 'safety' in a way that made Liyana jumpy. Liyana never thought about safety unless someone else brought it up. She didn't WANT to think about it either. SHE WANTED TO LIVE IN AN UNLOCKED WORLD

Because Ali did not want to see the deep pools of his kind teacher's eyes and fall into them. He didn't know how to swim.

There are people we have never seen who are busy thinking up things we should be worried about.

Any of them could have a disaster before the school year is over. You could have a disaster an hour from now. Bending over. Something could hit you. People carry guns in glove compartments and lunch boxes. Cars spin out of control in minor drizzle. The more you know, really, the more you have to worry and fret about. It's a miracle anyone can sleep at all.

When novelist Margaret Atwood asked women what they feared most from men, they said: 'We're afraid they'll kill us.' When men were asked the same question about women, they said: 'we're afraid they'll laugh at us.

It profits women little if we gain the whole world only to fear ourselves.

if women's journalism is sponsored by a $33-billion industry whose capital is made out of the political fear of women; then we can understand why the Iron Maiden is so thin. The thin ideal is not beautiful aesthetically; she is beautiful as a political solution.