Quotes About Fear

How do you know I didn't bring you out here to dispose of you in private?

Cowards can't be faulted for being shy. They can't be held responsible for anything.

When she absently worried her bottom lip with one of her adorable little fangs, he sighed. The Enemy of Old fucking sighed . Dear gods, it'd finally happened to him. Happiness. Then his own fangs sharpened.I will kill anyone who tries to take this feeling away from me.

It's so odd, isn't it? That know we are all going to die, & that we have these difficult passages to go through with our parents & friends, & other people we love & care about who are also going to die, & yet it's almost as if we are never really ready.

Fear can wash away your dreams and fill up all the corners of your heart. You can drown in your fear. Do you hear this? Someday you will have to begin living, and how you do that will be a huge surprise to you because it will be like nothing you ever imagined. Nothing at all.

It comes back to love, they decide. Love & the fear of loss, & even greater fear of opening up yourself in ways that would also leave you open to a bit of rejection & loss if it didn't quite work out the way you had been dreaming.

Worry can bring you down to nothing and make you doubt everything you know about yourself.

Fear is the most socially accepted sin in the Church. Fear is a serial killer, the prime suspect in the death of more people on the planet than all other diseases combined. Fear in every form has been linked to heart disease, cancer, autoimmune disorders, mental illness and many other sicknesses. Fear is the welcome mat to demonic activity in our lives.

Fear is actually faith in the wrong god. Fear is the manifestation of believing that something is about to go wrong. And yet, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love" (1 John 4:18).

Fear clouds our convictions and distorts our discernment. When we fill our minds with negative predictions or allow our thoughts to manipulate us into thinking about all the possible destructive outcomes of our mission, we invite fear to paralyze our progress.

Fear dismembers and disfigures our perspective of God, making Him seem a powerless pawn controlled by our circumstances. But when we re-member the Lord and re-count His works, we begin to re-form our vision of His greatness in our hearts.

The goal of all enemy assaults is to scare us out of our divine destiny.

Fear is the most socially accepted sin in the church. Fear is the welcome mat to demonic activity in our lives.

Fear clouds our convictions and distorts our discernment.

True freedom only occurs when we break off the shackles of fear and embrace a culture of mercy and grace.

when the evil spirit lost the ability to scare me, it no longer had power over me.

Fear dismembers and disfigures our perspective of God, making Him seem a powerless pawn controlled by our circumstances. But when we re-member the Lord and re-count His works, we begin to re-form our vision of His greatness in our hearts. As we meditate on His greatness, confidence begins to sprout in the soil of our faith, and soon fear's fantasy is unmasked, flogged and sent fleeing.

I started my research just very coincidentally six months before 9/11. Over the course of the last 12 years, I have seen fear absolutely run roughshod over our families.

Nick," I murmured, "should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle after the police have just warned me that a psychotic killer is on the loose, please slap me.

I have a small phobia about being alone with women," he said smoothly. "So I always come with him," Patricia said. "Always." "Ah." Dear God, where do You hide the normal people? Love, Emmaline

Life was kind and full of chances. Sometimes we didn't take them. Sometimes we hid our truth and acted out of fear. Sometimes we turned away and closed the door.

My phone dings with a text. Mom: I bought you a rape whistle. There was a gangland slaying on your street last week.

True peace was rare when you were fat. When you were fat, you wore armor to protect and deflect. You were either sharp and bitter, inspiring fear in potential bullies, or you were extra cheerful to show nothing mattered at all, not the snubs or the insults or the degradation. When you were fat, you worked so hard to be invisible. You lived in fear of being noticed, singled out, of having someone point out what you already knew.

You can't have a child and not experience terror and heartache in some way. Your little hijacker will hold you hostage for the rest of your life, and there's no getting around that—not by placing the child for adoption, not by abandoning the child, not by being as perfect a mother as possible. Your heart, naked and vulnerable, is now in the form of another person, and your life is never completely your own again.