Quotes About Fear

Are you saying you don't love me?" Hazael asked Liraz. "Because I love you. I think." He paused in contemplation. "Oh. No. Never mind. That's fear.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

I have not yet elected to bestow the grace of my saliva upon another human being. I have never… kissed anyone.

Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

When he started to renew his protest, she held up a hand. "What are you more afraid of: them or me with low blood sugar?

She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.

It's easy to make people cry. Grief, humiliation, anger—there are countless avenues to tears. It's easy to make them scream, too. There are so many things to fear.

Eril-Fane let out a slow breath. "Were you afraid of the dark as a child?" A chill snaked up Lazlo's spine. He thought again of the crypt at the abbey, and the nights locked in with dead monks. "Yes," he said simply. "Even when you knew, rationally, that there was nothing in it that could harm you." "Yes." "Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.

I want to terrify little kids, too! I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable. I want to torture future generations with the Puppet That Bites.

the coiled thing in Minya relaxed just a little. It was fear, of course, though Minya did not know it. She believed it was rage, only and always rage, but that was the costume it wore, because fear was weakness, and she had vowed to never again be weak.

Te has preguntado alguna vez si son los monstruos los que provocan la guerra, o si es la guerra la que genera monstruos

For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it.

There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.

There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don't they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work!

Do you think it's over now, though? That he's through with me?" "One way you could make sure," said Chiro. She was glib, jesting - surely - but her eyes were bright. "You could die," she said. "Resurrect ugly. He'd leave you alone then.

She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and... cancel her.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

Oh, Astrae, we have kept you too safe if it is us that you fear.

Her ignorance was like standing in pure dark that could be either a closet or a vast, starless night.

All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.

But the roots of their hate and fear were too deep, and Lazlo saw hints of revulsion as their confusion smeared one feeling into the next.

Morgan's fury turned to fear. It was like antiseptic hitting pus: the seethe, the bubbling, the burn.

Me temo que se han enamorado —dijo él, preocupado—. No quieren abandonarte (...) Sé exactamente cómo se sienten.