Quotes About Fear

Instinct and law demanded of him obedience. But growth demanded disobedience. His mother and fear impelled him to keep away from the white wall. Growth is life, and life is for ever destined to make for light. So there was no damming up the tide of life that was rising within him—rising with every mouthful of meat he swallowed, with every breath he drew. In the end, one day, fear and obedience were swept away by the rush of life, and the cub straddled and sprawled toward the entrance.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

He studied the nail-formation, and prodded the finger-tips, now sharply, and again softly, gauging the nerve-sensations produced. It fascinated him, and he grew suddenly fond of this subtle flesh of his that worked so beautifully and smoothly and delicately. Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realization would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat...

As imagination grew it is likely that the fear of death increased until the Folk that were to come projected this fear into the dark and peopled it with spirits.

For Beauty Smith was cruel in the way that cowards are cruel. Cringing and snivelling himself before the blows or angry speech of a man, he revenged himself, in turn, upon creatures weaker than he.

So you're afraid, eh? he sneered. Yes, I said defiantly and honestly, I am afraid. That's the way with you fellows, he cried, half angrily, sentimentalizing about your immortal souls and afraid to die.

In the day you rise in your strength, toothless and clawless, you will be as harmless as an army of clams.

Under all his cowardice there was a courage of cowardice [...] that would impel him to do the very thing his whole nature protested against doing and was afraid of doing.

Había que dominar o ser dominado; y la piedad era una señal de debilidad. En la vida primitiva no existía. Se confundía piedad con temor y ello acarreaba la muerte. Matar o morir, comer o ser comido: tal era la ley; y Buck obedecía a aquel mandato que surgía de las profundidades del tiempo.

Cesur bir erkeÄŸi ölürken seyretmek, bir korka??n hayat? için s?zlan???n? dinlemekten daha kolayd?r.

Her own terror rushed upon me, and in that moment of fear, - the most terrible fear a man can experience, - I knew that in inexpressible ways she was dear to me.

Animava-o a coragem que o medo dá.

He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial lite. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of times he obeyed.

The cub knew only that the sniff was strange, a something unclassified, therefore unknown and terrible – for the unknown was one of the chief elements that went into the making of fear.

That first repulsion had been really a fear of her undiscovered self, and the fear had gone to sleep.

To him it signified death. He had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death. To him it stood as the greatest of hurts. It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.

Colmillo Blanco aprendió una cosa pronto: que el dios ladrón era generalmente cobarde y huía fácilmente de los ruido alarmantes.

Never, in his brief cave-life, had he encountered anything of which to be afraid.  Yet fear was in him.  It had come down to him from a remote ancestry through a thousand thousand lives.

He had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death.  To him it stood as the greatest of hurts.  It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.

Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realisation would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat, a quest of ravenous animals, to be torn and slashed by their hungry fangs, to be sustenance to them as the moose and the rabbit had often been sustenance to him

She flung wild glances, like those of an entrapped animal, up and down the big whitewashed room that panted with heat and that was thickly humid with the steam that sizzled from the damp cloth under the irons of the many ironers. From the girls and women near her

Questi uomini che stanno per uccidermi sembrano spaventati dalla mia morte.

It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.

The real problem has to do with the inability by people to admit that a position they've held a long time might be wrong. That's all. Not that it is. Just that it might be. I don't know why it is, but we tend to fall in love with things we believe, Threaten them, and you threaten us.