Quotes About Fear

But the story stays the same: some of us would rather die than change. We love what will destroy us

Since anti-Communists ran the gamut from Trotskyists to neo-Fascists, critics of the USSR frequently found themselves sharing a platform or a petition with someone whose politics in other respects they abhorred. Such unholy alliances were a prime target for Soviet polemic and it was sometimes difficult to persuade liberal critics of Communism to voice their opinions in public for fear of being tarred with the brush of reaction.

A social democracy of fear is something to fight for. To abandon the labors of a century is to betray those who came before us as well as generations yet to come. It would be pleasing—but misleading—to report that social democracy, or something like it, represents the future that we would paint for ourselves in an ideal world. It does not even represent the ideal past. But among the options available to us in the present, it is better than anything else to hand.

The likely consequences of this coming age of uncertainty—when a growing number of people will have good reason to fear job loss and long-term redundancy—will be a return to dependency upon the state.

If social democracy has a future, it will be as a social democracy of fear.

We have entered an age of insecurity—economic insecurity, physical insecurity, political insecurity.

Insecurity breeds fear. And fear—fear of change, fear of

decline, fear of strangers and an unfamiliar world—is corroding the trust and interdependence on which civil societies rest.

The familial rupture led to Prince becoming a person who cannot trust others, and must be in dictatorial control of everything around him, Leeds explained, "Anyone assuming any kind of control frightens the hell out of him. So much of what he does is driven by fear, fear of someone else having control.

I stood by the fire, everyone around me so cheerful, and thought what an odd creature I am – even I know that. Too much space and I'm frightened, too little and I'm frightened. There is indeed no comfortable place for me – I am too near the fire or too far away. Behind

A firefly landed on Honor's sleeve and began walking up her shoulder, its tail still blinking. As she craned her neck to look down at it, Jack chuckled. "Don't be scared. It's just a lightning bug." He placed his finger in its path. Honor tried not to think about the pressure of his touch. When the firefly crawled onto his finger, he lifted it up and let it fly off, signaling its escape route with sparks of light.

There is no need to fear, he said, for you are here with me.

You need to trust that your art, once created, has a value apart from you, just as a child, come into the world, has a value separate from the parents who gave it life. When you give in to self-loathing, insecurity, or stage fright, you are looking at your work from the outside, and the outside is a shapeless darkness that contains all your self-doubt and fears.

This is why cops shoot people in the back, I thought. They can't keep up. Then

It was like being a sheep wandering into a pack of wolves./ A unilateral... fear of the unknown.

I'm scared!!/ But it means I want to live!!

then the suffering and fear of the living trying to escape that death. the deceit-filled system established to conceal that chaos. the people caught between the order of the crooked system and death. the bizarre festivals where with their own hands they gave shape to the shapeless fear they wished to escape.

Don't forget.../ ...When you gaze into the darkness.../ The darkness gazes back into you.

Brillat-Savarin noted two features that distinguish man from beast: 1. Fear of the future. 2. Desire for fermented liquors.

There is no suspension, no whispered prayer for silk to stop my fall. There is only the falling, and it goes on and on, in fierce silence and sharp bursts of breath.

When your ability to determine what is real is taken away by a drug, it's terrifying. But it's far worse when it's denied to you by other people.

Because that's what secrets are about—shame. Shame, along with the belief that keeping a secret will protect you or someone else, comes from the idea that there is some part of us so monstrous, so terrible, so inhuman, that it must not be known.

Even the reeking dark in the lion's cage seemed precious and infinitely preferable to whatever lay beyond. She would go out like the flame of a candle. Where does the candle flame go when the candle is blown out? She laid her painted face against the iron bars and bared her teeth at death.

You've been making a regular habit of flinging yourself in front of bullets," she remarked amiably. "It's really not a good custom. Curb this tendency to self-immolation.