Quotes About Fear

The stem, when the hand is stretched out to pluck the flower, quivers, and seems at once to shrink back, and present itself. The human body has something of this trepidation at the moment when the mysterious fingers of death are about to gather the soul.

L'ideale è spaventoso a vedersi, così, perduto nelle profondità, piccolo, isolato, impercettibile, brillante ma circondato da tutte quelle grandi minacce nere mostruosamente ammassate intorno a esso. Eppure, esso non è più in pericolo di quanto non lo sia una stella tra le fauci delle nembi.

Dying is nothing; what's terrible is not to live.

Era um desses homens que dominam o espanto produzido pelos lances desesperados. Não obstante o ingente perigo da crise, não obstante o medonho aspecto da catástrofe, os gestos daquele homem em nada semelhavam a agonia do afogado que debaixo da água abre desmesuradamente os olhos num esgar convulso e horroroso.

They upheld everything till the day when they overthrew everything. Their instinct was to give a decisive push to everything that tottered. In their eyes, as they had been brought into service on condition that there should be solidity, to waver was to betray them. They were numbers, they were force, they were fear. Hence the daring of baseness.

We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer. Why should we be troubled by a threat to our person or our pocket? What we have to beware of is the threat to our souls.

It's going to be an interesting ride, seeing who they become in the next four years. Interesting for you, she said. You're in the stands, watching the game. I'm down on the field, taking the hits. I'm terrified something will go wrong. What can go wrong? They're smart, curious, loving kids. They've got everything going for them.

The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

I don't know the right thing to do anymore. I want to protect Sophie and keep her safe, but what good is safety if she has to grow up in a world where people disappear without a trace because they pray to a different God?

Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living. Be brave.

Leni was afraid to stay and afraid to leave. It was strange—stupid, even—but she often felt like the only adult in her family, as if she were the ballast that kept the creaky Allbright boat on an even keel.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather. There is nothing that can't hurt our kids, I swear." She turned. "The irony is they need us to be strong.

wasn't the fear that mattered in life. It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it.

I look at him, loving this child of mine and knowing my death will devastate him. I don't want him to watch me die by degrees. I don't want that for his daughters, either. I know what it is like; some images, once seen, can never be forgotten. I want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

I was taught by my father to be afraid of the world, and some of the lessons stuck. I read about Patty Hearst and the Zodiac Killer and the massacre at the Munich Olympics and Charles Manson, and I knew the world was a terrifying place. He said it all of the time, reminded me that mountains could blow up and kill people in their sleep. Governments were corrupt. A flu could come out of nowhere and kill millions. A nuclear bomb could fall at any second, obliterating everything.

Fear was a mansion, one room after another, connected by endless hallways.

My grandfather was a Texas Ranger. He used to tell me that courage was a lie. It was just fear that you ignored.

When a man resorts to violence, he's scared," Jack said. "That's a good sign.

Leni saw suddenly how hope could break you, how it was a shiny lure for the unwary. What happened to you if you hoped too hard for the best and got the worst? Was it better not to hope at all, to prepare?

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

this time, Dad had taught Leni how dangerous the outside world was. The truth was that the biggest danger of all was in her own home.

I'm here, Mom," Julien says quietly, taking my suitcase, lifting it easily over the obstruction. The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

The difference between Loreda and her mother wasn't fear—they shared that. It was fire. Her mother's passion had gone out.

Leni sighed. How was Mama's unshakable belief in Dad any different than his fear of Armageddon? Did adults just look at the world and see what they wanted to see, think what they wanted to think? Did evidence and experience mean nothing?