Quotes About Fear

Why do you fear me, Raven? You have seen me at my worst, as a killer, a dispenser of justice for our people." His thumbs stroked her nipples, a slow, erotic brush that sent liquid heat curling through her. "Do you believe I am evil? Touch my mind, little one. It is impossible for me to hide anything from you. I never concealed my true nature from you. You looked upon me once with the eyes of compassion and love. Of acceptance. Has that all been forgotten?

You do not understand the danger you are in. You must get to me. Shea might not fully comprehend, but she could feel his conviction, his fear for her, and she shivered, remembering the strength in the stranger's grasp, his hiss of deadly promise. Don't worry, I'll come right away. Go to sleep now, Jacques. This is draining for you. Shea. There was a moment of silence, of longing. Come back to me. If you believe nothing else I have told you, believe I need you.

Into the middle of that cauldron of intense, violent emotion suddenly came something soft and gentle. A wisp of memory. Courage. Beauty. A woman. Not any woman, but his woman, his lifemate. All red hair and fire. She walked like an angel where men feared to tread, where even his own kind would fear to venture.

Contact the others, Jacques, tell them what's going on." "I think you just want to get out of this cave. You would rather face a vampire and human killers than a few little bats.

And don't you ever turn into a bat." She shuddered. "Or a rat." "We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love," he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. "You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Amaryllis felt overwhelmed with a sudden rising emotion she could only identify as love, and that scared her to death. She had never expected to feel so much for another human being.

I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it's fucking terrifying. I'm never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It's like if I say it out loud something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I'm cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died.

Nothing is going to happen to me, Jacques. I think you're having anxiety attacks." She tousled his hair as if he were a small boy, gave him a teasing grin. "Do Carpathians have shrinks, too?" He laughed softly, astonished that he could do so when he had been so terrified only moments earlier. "You are as disrespectful as a woman can get.

His mouth moved over her satin skin collecting little beads of water. "Love me back, Shea, love me like this. You are the air I breathe. Do not be afraid of this." His hands shaped her slender form to the hardness of his, caressed every line of her body, found every secret shadow and hollow.

One of these days, you keep asking, Brice, and I might scare you to death and say yes. I'd turn into a clingy, nagging witch and drive you nuts

As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.

I need you just to breathe, Shea , he admitted starkly. I am sorry that terrifies you. I wish that I had more control, but I cannot be alone like that, not ever again. I try to keep my presence in you but a shadow. Perhaps with time I can let go a bit. Being with me terrifies you, but being without you terrifies me. A note of amusement crept in. We are so compatible.

Come, Raven. We must leave now." Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire's face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty. You cannot allow him to touch you. Mikhail's dictating was grating on already raw nerves. I am not stupid.

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled.

We will sleep here in the sleeping chamber where we will be safe. We have lifetimes for you to conquer your fears." She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling closer against his chest, allowing her long lashes to sweep down. Mikhail held her close to him, waiting until she was asleep before sending her into the deeper sleep of their kind. Only then did he allow himself to follow.

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything.

But he has guns, Rikki," she reminded herself aloud. "A dog wouldn't have a gun.

Have you learned nothing of mortals over the centuries? They fear and loathe what they do not understand. They destroy each other using anything for an excuse.

And what kind of name for a town is Upper Black Eddy? Pennsylvania scares me sometimes.

I think there are two types of people - those who view life's uncertainty with dread and fear, and those who recognize that life's unpredictability is what makes life worth living.

Whenever the cadaverous Home Office security supervisor became involved in their affairs, babies cried, women cowered, innocence was punished and blame was wrongly apportioned.

Poor old George Orwell got it hopelessly wrong, forever worrying about state control when he should have been more afraid of the opposite. The political parties absented themselves and became mere functionaries for the real centre of power—the banks.