Quotes About Fear

El sueño de la razón produce monstruos. "The sleep of reason," it has been well said, "brings forth monsters.

Sigmund Freud estaba bastante en lo cierto cuando en El porvenir de una ilusión describía el impulso religioso como algo esencialmente imposible de erradicar hasta que la especie humana venza su miedo a la muerte y su tendencia al pensamiento

Some of those who rest in unvisited tombs may have contributed to the good of the world, but those who preached hatred and fear and guilt and who ruined innumerable childhoods should have been thankful that the hell they preached was only one among their wicked falsifications, and that they were not sent to rot there.

justified in the name of "security" like almost every cowardly idiocy before and since

I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. ... Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave.

His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.

You don't even have a cat or a dog or anything? You think I should? George asks, a bit aggressive. The poor old guy doesn't have anything to love, he thinks Kenny is thinking. Hell, no! Didn't Baudelaire say they're liable to turn into demons and take over your life?

The Nazis may write like schoolboys, but they're capable of anything. That's just why they're so dangerous. People laugh at them, right up to the last moment...

Here, in their midst, George feels a sort of vertigo. Oh God, what will become of them all? What chance have they? Ought I to yell out to them, right now, here, that it's hopeless?

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of?It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed." Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man

George makes himself remembers. He is afraid of forgetting. Jim is my life, he says. But he will have to forget, if he wants to go on living. Jim is death.

Berlin was in a state of civil war. Hate exploded suddenly, without warning, out of nowhere; at street corners, in restaurants, cinemas, dance halls, swimming-baths; at midnight, after breakfast, in the middle of the afternoon.

?udno je, ali se ne sje?am da sam se uopšte plašio, prihva?ao sam to. ?inilo mi se sasvim prirodno da svi treba da umremo. To je vjerovatno bio opšti mentalitet ratnog vremena.

From his angle, the curtain seems to form itself into a shrouded, wavering figure, indescribably terrifying in its very indistinctness. Something waiting, hovering on the threshold of the visible world. Some half-embodied fear gradually assuming a hideous outer form.

The Nazis may write like school boys, but they're capable of anything. People laugh at them right up until the last moment...

The power imbalance between male and female, the fear between God and humans and the enmity between humans and nature, are all described in Genesis 2 and 3 as originating not in the nature of things as God intended them to be, but rather in the collusion of Adam, Eve and the serpent, who together deny the goodness and sufficiency of the garden and distrust the good intentions of the creator.

YOUNGER MORTIMER: Fear'd am I more than lov'd; - let me be fear'd, And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.

Something still buzzeth in mine ears And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.

All fear comes from trying to see the future, Biff. If you know what is coming, you aren't afraid.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh.

This Roberto. He no like the light.

One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.

I am convinced by the events of the last few weeks that nefarious forces of people--unidentified but no less real--are threatening life as we know it, and in fact, may be bent on unraveling the very fabric of our existence.