Quotes About Fear

Look into my eyes and despair. For I'm Punishment, and you cannot escape me.

If we walk in there, they'll shoot us. They won't hesitate—they'll do it on instinct. It's second nature to them, a reflex, like stopping before a red light." "Mhm." It's good that he was here to explain it to me. I would've never figured it out on my own.

He wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already turned four people into smoking meat. Okay. I could do that. "Alright, Jeremy!" I yelled into the night. "Give me the salamander and I won't cut your head off!" Jim put his hand over his face and did some shaking.

Greedy can be bought, timid can be frightened, smart can be persuaded, but the zealots are immune to money, fear, or reason.

Some people in the world only saw in black and white. They were driven by fear. They had learned how to survive in their little corner of the world and they saw any change as a threat to their survival. But they still liked to think of themselves as good people. Good people didn't hate without a reason, so they grasped at any pretext, no matter how small, that gave them permission to hate. A line in a holy book. The color of a person's skin.

Being trained as an efficient killer wasn't enough. You also had to learn to control your stress and your fear, becoming so used to violence that you could detach yourself from the trauma of it and assess the level of violence necessary to respond. When the fight-or-flight response kicked in, Mother Nature shut off our brains. It was a biological survival mechanism.

When you find freaky shit in the scary woods, you don't poke it with a stick. It can explode in your face. What do you do instead?

Most men got married because they were comfortable where they were, and breaking free was too hard and too unpleasant.

Some people awoke to escape their nightmares. I awoke into one.

Some part of me is still convinced it's a fluke and eventually it will be ripped away from me. Deep down I expect it. Any hint of it and I roll down the cliff.

One does not simply ring Roland." Oh

Sometimes when you search the night, you'll find monsters in the dark.

The woman's voice rose, stronger and stronger, her song holding the darkness at bay like a shield. Fear not the darkness Fear not the night You are not forsaken We remember you

In a place where you're so freaked out that you hold yourself supertight, because any splash of emotion could break the dam and you would fall to pieces.

Killing another human being is the hardest thing you will ever do. But to fight in this war, your kills must be instantaneous. Any hesitation gives your enemy an opening to end you. You die, they win. Acknowledge to yourself that you hesitate. Don't engage unless you must. Remember your job. You must live through this.

Good people didn't hate without a reason, so they grasped at any pretext, no matter how small, that gave them permission to hate. A line in a holy book. The color of a person's skin. The brand of their magic. They were not in the habit of taking a second look or giving chances. Their fear was too great and their need to defend themselves too dire. They always lost at the end. Life was change. It would come to them, as inevitable as the sunrise, despite all their flailing

You've avoided the answer because it's painful to contemplate.

got up and brought her a dictionary. She read the definition. "That sums it up well, yes. The idea of social rules is false at the core. There is only one rule in this world: if you're strong enough to do it, you have the right to do it. Everything else is an artificial defense the majority of the weak set up to shield themselves from the strong. I understand their fear, but it leaves me cold.

The rim of the cup shuddered. Her fingers were shaking.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Repeated exposure to fear-inducing stimuli creates familiarity, which in turn greatly reduces anxiety.

Of course, he could also sprout tentacles in the night and try to murder me. Only time would tell.

Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals.

That's the third dog in two weeks, Margaret said. It has to be a mountain lion.