Quotes About Fear

There is no shame in fear, Orgrim and Durotan. Only in letting fear prevent you from doing the right thing.

Away from the monster that wore a lover's face

The surreal howl wove its way through the cacophony of human voices, a bright, bloody thread in a tapestry of fear.

Elizabeth understood as she never had before. Everyone, all of them had lived secure in the belief that the earth was stable, unchanging, eternal. Now no one could trust the ground beneath their feet. Yes, the earthquake was the story of destruction, but not just of things. An earthquake destroyed security. It destroyed complacency. It changed the people who lived through it.

She had refused to draw the monster. She feared to give him form.

The thing that hunts me now thrives on terror. My terror. I fear he will come for me. I fear he will come for anyone who knows me.

He didn't want to do this… He had come here to hide.

I was out on a lonely road that stretched forever into the darkness. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but it was so dark, I was afraid of where I was going.

After Nicholas tells Dahlia that he loves her) ...Just don't break my heart my heart, Dahlia. I've never handed it over to anyone before. She placed both hands over his. I've never had anyone's heart. I don't know the first thing about keeping hearts. You're taking a terrible risk. That's what I do best. ... Are you feeling relaxed now? ... I was until you started throwing around the L-word. That's enough to scare anyone.

Or maybe it was survival mode they both lived in, and they didn't dare allow anyone else in because if they were ripped apart a second time there would be no fixing either of them

Do you have a camera? Jackson asked. We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky. Jonas shook his head. We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.

Joley likes to be scared, and she can't watch them alone. I don't know how you can make that sound perfectly logical.

Son of a bitch, you're scary, he informed Jackson. Where the hell did you get that look? Practicing in the mirror every day?

The vampire had to be pretty hard up to come after someone who looked the way she did-like Frankenstein's bride.

It was dangerous to go back, at least for him, to even think of those days when he was too young and had no way to save the dying. He could only whisper to them, tell them not to be afraid, and that someday, he would avenge them.

I know what I am, Savannah, a monster such as the human world cannot conceive. But I have always had honor, integrity, and a talent for healing. I can make you two promises. I will never have untruth between us, and I will protect you with my life. I have said I will not take what is mine this night. We have time to calm your fears.

All right baby. If you have that kind of courage, the kind that will face a monster, I have to have it too. You F**** terrify me, woman

He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.

He'd been angry. He'd been afraid for her. He'd been shocked that just by being with her, he'd become everything he most despised in the world-- a predator.

He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.

Ryland lifted his head, his steel gray eyes as cold as ice. Menacing. He didn't try to hide the danger he represented. They had created him, they had betrayed him, and he wanted them to be afraid. There was tremendous satisfaction in knowing they were…and that they had reason to be.

She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.

Francesca was...extraordinary. A gift. A miracle. She just gave herself to him. He was connected to her through their shadows and he knew how she felt. Frightened, bordering on terror. Still, he mattered to her. She saw him, not the Stefano the rest of the world saw, but the man inside who needed. Who didn't want to stand alone. She gave herself to that man.

Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepared to deal with.