Quotes About Fear

But then, lately panic went with everything, didn't it? The new black.

In the clearing he saw a creature. Some eight feet tall, it was built along the lines of a dragon, with teeth like a T. rex and a slashing pair of front claws. The thing flickered in the moonlight, its powerful body and tail covered with iridescent purple and lime-green scales. "What the hell is that?" Butch whispered, fumbling to make sure the door was locked. "Rhage in a really bad mood." The

For him, life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other.

Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him…and it was not of this world.

Parecía la personificación misma de la muerte y, al igual que la muerte, daba la impresión de sentirse cómodo trabajando en el frío.

Sometimes the worst part about trauma was not going through it. It was the aftermath, when you were free. And you obsessed about what would have happened if you hadn't gotten out.

You wanted to live." "No," he shot back. "I was afraid of dying.

He rubbed his face and looked at her. Adored her so intensely in the quiet darkness that he was afraid of her.

Sus ojos emitían un destello azul bajo la luz nocturna, como si fueran los faros de un automóvil. El enorme cuerpo anunciaba la muerte por todos los poros.

Esa mirada triste en sus ojos hacía un momento significaba que había vislumbrado la muerte lenta que le esperaba.

No tienes miedo?" preguntó. "No. Solo me aterroriza perderte.

Don't stop now," Rehv said. "You've already jumped off the building. The landing isn't getting any softer." Montrag frowned. "I fail to view this with your kind of levity." "Who's laughing." -Rehv & Montrag

Los ojos de Zsadist se entornaron hasta formar una delgada línea, y una ráfaga de aire helado cruzó la habitación, como si hubiera soplado hacía ella. "Ten cuidado, hembra. La valentía puede ser peligrosa.

You heard me. Come back to the woods." Layla began to pant, a combination of terror and sadness choking her. "How can you be so cruel. I cannot see him dead—" "Then you better get the fuck out here and feed him. We need to get him out of this forest." "What!" "You fucking heard me. Now dematerialize back here before I change my fucking mind." The

I fear I can't let you leave," she said through a wobbling smile. "I fear…I cannot bear you to go." As

For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

She was so alone. Caged in a beautiful, wealthy, fancy nightmare where the bogeymen wore tuxedos and smoking jackets and the vultures swooped down on wings of satin and silk to peck out her eyes.

To have nothing and throw yourself on the mercy of others was a strange kind of terror.

You're going to kill me anyway. —

Fear is a creation of the mind. It's an internal fiction." He put his palms up. "If you refuse to believe in it, it's fire without oxygen. A spark without kindling.

Yo no quiero perderte." "No quiero que me pierdas.

Her breath was painfully short, and each impotent draw of her rib cage convinced her as nothing else could that life was about suffering more than it was about joy. There had been too many of these moments, too many times the pain and fear took over, too many dark shadows that didn't just lurk, but sucked out all the illumination from the night in which she existed.

What…are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." He inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

No, no—don't stop—" "I'm sorry!" She sat up in a panic, his arousal still wrapped by her palm. "I've never done this before—I forgot I had fangs—" "Keep going—" "I don't want to hurt you—" "I like it—" All