Quotes About Fear

People will go to strange lengths to avoid the suffering they have coming.

He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and death

If we were going to die would you tell me? I dont know. We're not going to die.

All his early dreams were the same. Something was afraid and he had come to comfort it.

In the night's in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.

Most people'll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.

With the final onset of dark the iron cold locked down and the boy by now was shuddering violently. No moon rose beyond the murk and there was nowhere to go.

Don't fear Death. Its only gonna help you die faster, its not gonna help you live.

He looked at the boy. You wont shoot, he said. That's what you think. You aint got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they'll hear the shot. Yes they will. But you wont. How do you figure that? Because the bullet travels faster than sound. It will be in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it you will need a frontal lobe and things with names like colliculus and temporal gyrus and you wont have them anymore. They'll just be soup.

In my experience people who say no matter what seldom know what what might turn out to be. They dont know how bad what might get. I'll see you.

The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you. In every sense. Imperilment is bottomless. As long as you are breathing you can always be more scared.

los sueños correctos para un hombre en peligro eran sueños de peligro y que lo demás era sólo la llamada de la languidez y de la muerte.

But nothing is crueler than a coward, and the slaughter to come is probably beyond our imagining.

At the farther edge of the town they came upon a solitary house in a field and they crossed and entered and walked through the rooms. They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.

Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves.

In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

They went on in the perfect blackness, sightless as the blind.

What loomed was a flayed man with his brisket tacked open like a cooling beef and his skull peeled, blue and bulbous and palely luminescent, black grots his eyeholes and bloody mouth gaped tongueless. The traveler had seized his fingers in his jaws, but it was not alone this horror that he cried. Beyond the flayed man dimly adumbrate another figure paled, for his surgeons move about the world even as you and I.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. But I dont dream at all.

He'd long been wearing the underclothes of his female victims but now he took to appearing in their outerwear as well. A gothic doll in illfit clothes, its carmine mouth floating detached and bright in the white landscape.

I dont know how it would of turned out if I hadnt worried.

The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you dont. Not in your heart you dont. If you did you would be terrified.