Quotes About Fear

I know this is your hand now,' she tells him. Roland would have never touched me like that. Connor smiles, and Risa takes a moment to look down at the shark on his wrist. It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No- the soul of a man.

It is the nature of life to fear its own end. This is how I know that we are truly alive.

Sometimes there are moments when we objectively face the never, and it overwhelms us.

Why are you still with me, Fry? CyFi asks after one of his body-shaking seizures. Any sane dude woulda taken off days ago. Who says I'm sane? Oh, you're sane, Fry. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.

Cam knows this is not going to be a good day the moment he sees the chain saw.

How easy is murder when one calls it by a different name? How much easier is it for the conscience to condone "reaping" than "killing"—and when one knows that death isn't the end, does it stop the killing hand for fear of retribution, or does it simply make it easier to kill, because, if life continues, how can murder be murder at all?

The fact that it was not human meant that it could never understand certain things, in spite of its immense empathy and intellect. It couldn't comprehend, for instance, that the terror of the unknown was just as awful, and just as real, regardless of whether or not there was truly something to fear.

What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation. They say even the winters were colder and the summers were warmer in those days.

To be completely helpless in the face of life?powerless to do a single thing?that's what I'd always feared more than anything. It was like I'd been keeping all the edges of my life neat and clean, pretending the neatness was all that mattered, pretending life could somehow be controlled.

I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.

Flames are strange things, Jeri said. Enticing, comforting, and yet the most dangerous force there is.

I hadn't lived a real life?I'd had just a model of a life. Everything I did, everything I thought , was suspended safely by strings, too high up for anyone to damage. Zero contact, zero risk. Now those strings had been cut and I was going to die, never having had a chance to live without them.

He was afraid, but fear meant he was still alive.

The idea of his life ending was not much of a problem for him. In fact, it had become an oddly familiar theme. He had died so many times, and in so many ways, he was used to it. It held no more terror for him than falling asleep – which was often worse, because when he slept, he had nightmares. At least being deadish was a dreamless state, and the only difference between being deadish and being dead was the length of time involved.

Connor smiles, and Risa takes a moment to look down at the shark on his wrist. It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No - the soul of a man.

I'm leaping off a cliff only to discover I can fly... and then realizing there's nowhere to land. Ever. That's what's going on.

There's no telling how far down it goes," the captain says, the left side of his mustache twitching like the tail of a rat. "Fall into that unknowable abyss, and you'll be counting the days before you reach bottom.

Hope in the shadow of fear is the world's most powerful motivator

And so it gave Ayn the opportunity to observe. To let it play out, and allow Goddard a few moments of fear and shock, before she gleaned the intruder. Because as Constantine suggested, she could mold Goddard's actions—but only when he was reeling, and his fury was whipped into stiff but malleable peaks.

It was easier to deal with Tennyson when he was fighting me; but having him on my side was frightening, because now I didn't know who the enemy was.

What's that expression? The devil you know is better than the one you don't?

You want to be left alone, but you're afraid to be left alone, but you're afraid to not be left alone.

There are worse things than being robbed... I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. ...worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.

Do I get paid, too?' 'Yes,' he said without hesitation. This scared me, because Crawley gave money like bulls gave milk: not at all, and you get gored for asking. If he had already decided this was a paying job, it must be horrible beyond words.