Quotes About Fear

There is nothing to fear but fear itself, the captain announces from the helm, and the occasional man-eating monster.

He has no choice but to believe, because losing the hope of having hope would be unimaginable.

Goddard clapped his hands together, truly tickled. I have so missed these conversations with you! You mean the ones where you gloat, and I'm tied up? You see? The way you get to the heart of the matter is always so refreshing. So entertaining. I'd keep you as a house pet, if I didn't fear you'd somehow escape and burn me to a crisp in my sleep. I would, and I would, Rowan told him. I have no doubt.

She has no way of knowing that what occurred in his crate was a reenactment of what happened in her own, and in almost every other container on the plane. Fear, misgivings, questions rarely asked, and stories rarely told. The details are different, of course, as are the players, but the gist is the same. No one will discuss these things again, or even acknowledge having ever discussed them at all, but because of it, invisible bonds have been forged.

If you're so immature that you're afraid of being labeled by morons, then check out and we'll find another artist.

Respect borne of fear is not the same as respect borne of love. One passes with you to the grave, the other flourishes after your departure.

A scythe doesn't have to follow through on a threat for it to be effective.

La esperanza bajo la sombra del miedo es el incentivo más poderoso.

he other classes were much needed distractions from the Stress of the assignment and when his parents found out, which of course they did, they called him in a controlled panic. All their regret and guilt at sending him to a boarding school overflowed along with their fear for his life. He had to console them and tell them it was going to be okay. He's the one who's life may have been in jeopardy and yet he had to console them.

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

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when 'should be' gets crushed by what is.

Fear, Ayn. Fear is the beloved father of respect.

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when should be gets crushed by what it is.

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when "should be" gets crushed by what is. Sometimes I think it would be easier to die than to face that, because "what could have been" is much more highly regarded than "what should have been." Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

Tout ce qui est horrible porte un versant magnifique

The devil you know is better than the one you don't.

Er hat das […] gegründet, um die Welt vor seiner Erfindung zu schützen!' ,Und daraus ist genau das Monster entstanden, vor dem er sich gefürchtet hatte.' Connor erinnert sich an etwas, das er in der Schule gelernt hat. Oppenheimer – der Mann, der die erste Atombombe gebaut hat – wurde am Ende ihr größter Gegner. Und wenn es bei Rheinschild genauso war?

Have not a hand in the blade with abandon.

Fear of it? Who could possibly be afraid of the Thunderhead? People who had the most to lose: Criminals. Politicians. Organizations that thrived on the oppression of others.

Er hat das Proaktive Bürgerforum gegründet, um die Welt vor seiner Erfindung zu schützen!" "Und daraus ist genau das Monster entstanden, vor dem er sich gefürchtet hatte." Connor erinnert sich an etwas, das er in der Schule gelernt hat. Oppenheimer – der Mann, der die erste Atombombe gebaut hat – wurde am Ende ihr größter Gegner. Und wenn es bei Rheinschild genauso war?

Rowan was nervous, he just didn't want to admit it. He knew admitting it would make Citra more worried, which would make him more worried.

This, I know, is a rabbit hole down which only darkness lies, and yet, down it I must dive, into the parts of my own backbrain that not even I know exist...

Today's target was a woman of ninety-three who looked thirty-three, and who was constantly busy. When she wasn't looking at her phone she was looking in her purse; when she wasn't looking in her purse she was looking at her nails, or the sleeve of her blouse, or the loose button on her jacket. What does she fear in idleness? Citra wondered. The woman was so self- absorbed, she had no clue that she was under the scrutiny of a scythe, trailing her by only ten yards.

I'm scared," he says. "I know," says the nurse. "I want you all to go to Hell." "That's natural.