Quotes About Fear

What is it that frightens you, Councillor Maximov? When you read about Karamzin or Karamzov or whatever his name is, when Karamzin's skull is cracked open like an egg, what is the truth: do you suffer with him, or do you secretly exult behind the arm that swings the axe? You don't answer? Let me tell you then: reading is being the arm and being the axe and being the skull; reading is giving yourself up, not holding yourself at a distance and jeering.

I learned there [in Mostar] that the distance between civilization and savagery is exceedingly small and this has scared me ever since.

Take care, don't fight, and remember, if you do not choose to lead, you will forever be led by others. Find what scares you and do it. And you can make a difference, if you choose to do so.

My sister stood up, trembling, and I must admit that I expected her familiar sneer to have taken its usual place on her face. But all I could find there was unhappiness and fear. Fear of my reaction, perhaps. But when a person has lived a life like hers, a life of promiscuity, rootlessness, and substance abuse, resentment and fear tend to replace all reasonable and proper emotions, and the world becomes your enemy.

It's more than you think it can be, she heard herself say. It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if...but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.

I'm sorry. It's Hard for me. I do love you, she said quietly. Sometimes it scares me because you're the first. And the only He held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, looked into her eyes You've chaged my life. Become my life. He touched his lips to hers, let the kiss deepen slowly, silkily. I need you

I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.

I will give you more pain than you can imagine. Your brains will leak out of your ears, and your bowels out of your ass. I will cause that to happen without leaving a mark, and every cop here will swear you died of natural causes.

I didn't want to tell you I'd been scared, much less why. I guess that was stupid. It was. Aren't you supposed to say something like 'no, it wasn't. Blah, blah, support, stroke, let me get you some chocolate'? You haven't red the marriage handbook's footnotes. It's another woman who does that sort of thing. I believe I'm allowed to be more blunt, then ask if you'd like a quick shag. Shag yourself

How can I love you and not be afraid? You're my life, Eve, my heart. You're asking, you're wondering if I ever worry, if I ever fear, that one day Peabody or Feeney, your commander—a cop who's become a friend—will knock on my door? Of course I do.

Roarke cares very much for Beth and for me, and a few select others. But loves? I'm not sure he'd let himself risk quite that unstable an emotion.

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat. Peabody mopped at her face. Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why. With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. I'll buy you a dozen, precious. Cannolis, for God's sake.

Pop quizzes were killers. Like ambushing assassins they elicited fear and loathing in the prey, and a certain heady power in the hunter.

Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.

Neither of them knew what it was to be family, to have family, to make a family. They knew cruelty, abuse, abandonment. She wondered if that was why they had come together. They both understood what it was to have nothing, to know fear and hunger and despair- and both had remade themselves.

I'm not afraid of you, Roarke. Aren't you? He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. What do you think will happen if you step over the line? Too much, she murmured.

A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass.

Do you always drive this way?" "What way?" "As if we're trying to outrun an earthquake.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

As Sean seem determined to shadow her every move, she concluded that young boys were much like cats. They insisted on giving their company to those who most feared or distrusted them.

Eyes on hers, he flicked her shoulder. Her mouth fell open. She started stomping the floor. What in God's name are you doing? he demanded. Trying to kill the giant tarantula, because the only reason I can figure you just fucking flicked me is because there was a big, fat spider on my shoulder.

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

And there was nothing in his life he could remember fearing as much as he feared knocking on the bright blue door of that old stone house.