Quotes About Fear

An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb

A snake was never called by its name at night, because it would hear. It was called a string.

My father used to say that it is the fear of causing offense that makes men swallow poison.

stories. One of them went regularly to a market in the neighboring village and helped himself to whatever he liked. He went in full uniform, breaking the earth with his boots, and no one dared touch him. It was said that if you touched a soldier, Government

Okonkwo was not a cruel man. But his whole life was dominated by fear, the fear of failure and of weakness. It was deeper and more intimate than the fear of evil and capricious gods and of magic, the fear of the forest, and of the forces of nature, malevolent, red in tooth and claw. Okonkwo's fear was greater than these. It was not external but lay deep within himself. It was the fear of himself, lest he should be found to resemble his father.

Il n'y a rien à craindre de quelqu'un qui crie

It is praiseworthy to be brave and fearless, my son, but sometimes it is better to be a coward. We often stand in the compound of a coward to point at the ruins where a brave man used to live. The man who has never submitted to anything will soon submit to the burial mat.

Es posible que en el fondo Okonkwo no fuera cruel. Pero toda su vida estaba dominada por el temor, el temor al fracaso y a la debilidad. Era algo más profundo y más íntimo que el temor a los dioses malignos y caprichosos y a la magia, que el temor a la selva y a las fuerzas de la naturaleza, malévolas, de dientes y garras rojos. Los temores de Okonkwo eran peores que todo eso. No eran externos, sino que yacían en lo más hondo de su ser.

We have a saying that a toad does not run in the day unless something is after it.

A coward may cover the ground with his words but when the time comes to fight he runs away.

That night the Mother of the Spirits walked the length and breadth of the clan, weeping for her murdered son. It was a terrible night. Not even the oldest man in Umuofia had ever heard such a strange and fearful sound, and it was never to be heard again. It seemed as if the very soul of the tribe wept for a great evil that was coming—its own death.

If you want to experience the ultimate thrill, you have to be willing to pay the ultimate price."   —Big wave rider, Mark Foo

Any wise man fears open spitefulness, whether it be in seriousness or in jest.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them. —Margaret Atwood

She feared that she'd missed something, because there were so many parallels with her own story, and she could not help but see in her head the small memories her mind would offer as tantalizing, but—in the end unsatisfying, glimpses of what may have occurred.

there is nothing that frightens that man more than a woman who does not live happily under a man's thumb.

but my biggest worry was that he would

in her heart she feared it was something more: it was a sign. Because, if one looked around carefully, wasn't everything?

My presence scared them. I reminded them of the one thing in the world we want most to forget.

scopaesthesia. The idea was you could sense when you were being watched. It was a cousin of scopophobia: the fear of being watched.

She needed water, but it would take a tsunami to avert the hangover that awaited. She needed Advil, but she feared the red pills that she popped like M&M's at moments like this were distant. They were in the medicine bag in her own hotel room. In her own hotel.

She had been told over the years by pilots, usually when they were having a drink, that the last words of most captains before their aircraft augured into the side of the mountain or broke apart before breaking the plane of the sea were these: MOTHER. MOMMY. MOM.

She was a woman and she had spent enough time alone on subway platforms or streets late at night to know something was wrong.

When you give voice to your fear, when you expose it, as vulnerable as that makes you, you give others the same permission. You give them courage to believe there's more to life than cowering. You give hope. And my guess is, when you tackle your inner fears, you will eventually tackle what's hold you back from who God intended you to be. Your fears lead you to who you really are.