Quotes About Fear

A veces odiamos lo que es diferente a nosotros. Pero muy a menudo se debe a que tenemos miedo de lo que no conocemos, de lo que es distinto. Y es porque, en el fondo... tememos que nos guste.

Odias la idea de no saber qué está pasando, de no poder hacer nada por evitarlo, de no ser tú. Tienes miedo de no llevar las riendas, de que otro te domine a ti. Estás demasiado acostumbrado a ser tú el que lo sabe y lo controla todo. Pero a veces, sabes... –añadió Jack con una sonrisa, dirigiendo una tierna mirada a Victoria–, no es tan malo dejarse llevar.

Puedo dominarte. Porque fui humana y te conozco. Porque fui un demonio y te comprendo. Y porque fui un ángel y no te temo.

De vegades odiem el que és diferent de nosaltres. Però molt sovint és perquè tenim por del que no coneixem, del que és diferent. I això respon al fet que en el fons..., ens fa por que ens agradi.

todo en la vida supone un riesgo, ¿no?

Me siento como un náufrago rescatado por un tiburón. Sabes que, mientras sigas prendido a su aleta, no te ahogarás, pero en cualquier momento puede darse la vuelta y darte una dentellada... y temes y odias al tiburón, porque dependes de él, porque no pueden abandonarlo, pero lo siento, amigo, no había amables delfines cerca para salvarte. Esto es todo lo que hay. Muerte y dolor.

Se han acostumbrado a creer que el mundo es como ellos piensan que es, y temen conocer la verdad.

A veces odiamos lo que es diferente a nosotros.Pero muy a menudo se debe a que tenemos miedo de lo que no conocemos, de lo que es distinto. Y porque en el fondo, tememos que nos guste

I understand fear better than anybody. Part I don't understand is giving in without a fight.

You were afraid to look up because you felt your face might be seen from above.

Louie and Phil's hope displaced their fear and inspired them to work toward their survival, and each success renewed their physical and emotional vigor. Mac's resignation seemed to paralyze him, and the less he participated in their efforts to survive, the more he slipped. Though he did the least, as the days passed, it was he who faded the most. Louie and Phil's optimism, and Mac's hopelessness, were becoming self-fulfilling.

Only the Laundry Knew How Scared I Was

With only hook latches for locks, Louise took to sitting by the front door on an apple box with a rolling pin in her hand, ready to brain any prowlers who might threaten her children.

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Maybe he was worried that I would get thinner and thinner, until I became as unfindable as my mother, and I felt a stab of compassion for him, imagining my father alone in this house with the white shadows of his two invisible women.

A knife plunged into the center of summer. Air and terror, which become teeth together.

And, for the first few months after her surgeries, Holly had felt, horribly, as if she'd been turned into a machine, an unkillable robot. She had terrible dreams in which she was searching for her body parts on shelves lined with thousands of other body parts, floating in thousands of jars. In the dreams, Holly was convinced that her soul had been located in one of those body parts, and now her soul was trapped for eternity in formaldehyde and glass.

The urgent warnings: The dreamy terror of certain summer mornings.

She was afraid, too, frightened of what she found herself becoming. She felt that she was transforming into a malevolent black spider, hunched back in her crack, staring out at the world and despising everything and everyone for having what she did not.

She had thought Raymond handsome. But the Raven was something beyond handsome. Beyond gallant manners and teasing glances. He was like the old, old stories, like the unknown man who waited on a darkened hill, the mist around him, hand outstretched ... In the stories, if a woman went to him... she did not return. But she wanted to go ... She wanted.

It never does any good to dwell on what could go wrong. There is risk in everything.

But I do know about fear. I've faced it, more than once. That's what one has to do with fear, by the way. Face it and defeat it because you can't ever run far enough or fast enough to escape from it.

This was the dawn of a new day, and a new Emma Dove. Never again was she going to sit by while life went on around her. Never again was she going to wait for fate to hand her what she wanted. From now on, she was going to reach out and grab her dreams and not let go. She had never been more scared in her life.

She was like a wounded animal, he thought, looking at her. Fear and pain were in every line of her—in the taut stillness of her form and in her watchful, wary stare. She wanted to be alone, to lick her wounds, and though she'd been that way all along, he couldn't let her stay that way.