Quotes About Fear

The Uber driver is unassuming and blank and I wouldn't be surprised if he kills us all.

a nightmarish thing that frightens Love, haunting her, weighing her down, the thing that she's supposed to love, the way the world initially instructs children to love clowns even though we all know deep down that they're creepy, old, puffy men in masks leering at children.

The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.

I found it paralyzingly difficult to make even the simplest decisions. So much hung in the balance, so many complicated parameters needed to be taken into consideration, yet always there was too little information, no way to know what outcomes could result. Life was a terrifying, invisible web of consequences. What mayhem might I unknowingly wreak by saying yes when I could have said no, by going east instead of west?

Beneath my own witty, profession facade were oceans of fear, whole rivers of self-doubt.

hope come not from circumstances or the acquisition of things but from the simple accumulation of active experience, from gritting the teeth and checking the items off the list, one by one, even though it's painful and you're afraid.

I felt small and exposed in his presence, as though my body was transparent and fragile as air, as though I might evaporate at any moment, or blow away.

it can keep you actively worried about specific things, about what you ate last night, and how your clothes are fitting, and whether or not you should go to the gym—it does a masterful job of keeping less tangible, more daunting matters at bay. The flood of options is reduced to a manageable trickle. Unnamed anxieties are replaced with tangible ones.

I'm still prone to periods of isolation, still more fearful of the world out there and more averse to pleasure and risk than I'd like to be; I still direct more energy toward controlling and minimizing appetites than toward indulging them.

The freedom to choose...means the freedom to make mistakes, to falter and fail, to come face-to-face with your own flaws and limitations and fears and secrets, to live with the terrible uncertainty that necessarily attends the construction of a self.

With a cry of horror, Nubia turned to hide her face in Aristo's tunic, and she felt his strong arms encircle her protectively. The giant was Mindius's evil bodyguard, Ursus.

Nubia closed her eyes and prayed silently. 'Dear Lord, I am not afraid to die. But please help us do the right thing. Amen.

Which is worse, she thinks, waiting for the sting, or the sting itself?

I am convinced that the deepest desire within each of us is to be liberated from the controlling influences of our own psychic madness or patterns of fear. All other things—the disdain of ordinary life, the need to control others rather than be controlled, the craving for material goods as a means of security and protection against the winds of chaos—are external props that serve as substitutes for the real battle, which is the one waged within the individual soul.

Fate is how your life unfolds when you let fear determine your choices. A path of destiny reveals itself to you, however, when you confront your fear and make conscious choices.

Always go with the choice that scares you the most, because that's the one that is going to require the most from you.

We are not designed to be critical of others or ourselves; we think ill of others only out of fear.

Do you really want to look back on your life and see how wonderful it could have been had you not been afraid to live it?

Sometimes following God means throwing caution to the wind. Sometimes caution is a symptom of faithlessness.

Fear is just excitement without breath.

Fear is excitement without the breath,

It's impossible to desire something without also fearing it a bit, and it's impossible to fear and dislike something without also desiring it.

To continue what one had been doing -- which was Dante's idea of hell -- is, I came to see, and the vision frightened me, easy in one's sixties.

In dragoste nu exista frica, ci dragostea desavarsita alunga frica. Si stii la ce m-am gandit atunci cand citeai? Ca toata viata mi-am trait-o in frica. Dar acum nu ma mai tem.