Quotes About Fear

But isn't it... ugly? No. Not to me. She pressed a kiss to his chest. It's fearsome and terrifying and powerful and awe-inspiring. And if anyone ever tried to get at me, that thing would wipe out a neighborhood. How could a girl not be charmed? Besides, after seeing those lessers in action, I'm grateful for it. I feel safe. Between you and the dragon, I don't have to worry. (Rhage & Mary)

He stopped when he heard Wellsie's voice coming out of the study. … some kind of nightmare. I mean, Tohr, he was terrified… No, he fudged when I asked him what it was, and I didn't press. I think it's time he sees Havers. Yes… UAH-Hugh. He should meet Wrath first. Okay. I love you, myhellren . What? God, Tohr, I feel the same way. I don't know how we ever lived without him. He is such a blessing.

In the Old Language, she hissed, If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.

Conservatism is the cousin of cowardice.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he knew he had to choose his words carefully—in spite of the fact that his adrenal gland had opened up full-bore and was pumping enough OMG into his system that he was drowning in terror.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

The thing was all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for the most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere hypothetical. There were reminders, however, and the almost's, the near-misses, the oh-God-please-no's, snapped your chain and got you to stop and feel what was in your heart.

When it comes to… things … about you and sex, I've always worried that I might not be quite enough for you. - Jane Fuck … no … you're everything to me. - Vishous

I'm not scared of death, it's the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It's the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

The contraption was something V had bought but had never used: He'd kept it only because it had terrified him, and that was reason enough to own the thing. To be robbed of sight and hearing was the one thing guaranteed to make him lose his fucking shit—which was precisely why Butch picked the mask. He knew too well the buttons to push—physical pain was one thing . . . but the psychological stuff was so much worse. And therefore more effectual.

The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. "Have we stopped moving?" he said hoarsely.

And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

When Rhage's beast came out, everyone, the brothers included, looked for shelter and took up praying.

Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.

That Zsadist guy . . . you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did.

He can't take her away!" he screamed at no one and everybody. "We just got her! He can't take her—he's a fucking stranger—" "Rhage," Mary got directly in front of him, jumping up to catch his eye. "Rhage, we have to—" Latching onto her wide, sad stare, he moaned, "She's ours…she's ours…this stranger can't take her away—she's ours….

For him, the control over his subs' minds and bodies was what he was after. The things he did to them sexually or otherwise, the things he said, what he made them wear…it was all carefully calibrated for effect. Sure, there was pain involved, and yeah, maybe they cried from the vulnerability and the fear. But they begged him for more.

Butch, let me help you. He cursed. What if- What ifs don't cut it. She took a deep breath. I won't lie. I'm scared. But I don't want to turn my back on you and you're a fool to try and make me. He shook his head, respect in his eyes. You always been this courageous? No. But it appears that for you, I guess I am. So are you going to let me in? I want to. I feel like I need to.

He ran for his toilet to throw up, but he didn't make it that far.

I sometimes wonder . . ." She shrugged. "I mean, what if everyone's lied about death? What if there is no Fade, but instead you're just stuck in your body forever, conscious but unable to move?" Great. She'd wanted to try to lighten the mood. Nice. Try. "Well, bodies do . . ." He cleared his throat. "You know, rot.

So you're really going to do this?" Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire's eyes met his own. "Yeah. I am." Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. "You're crazy, D." "You should know." Tohrment tilted his glass in deference. "But you're raising the bar. -Tohrment & Darius

You scare the shit out of me, female." He