Quotes About Fear

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too! Fenoglio snapped at her. My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here, he said holding them out to her, don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator!

Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear.

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected.

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same.

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. Because fear kills everything, Mo had once told her. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

Although we may wish for it, true magic is a scary thing.

You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.

Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.

Love makes cowards of us all.

Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?

There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price.

Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he couldn't. Would Mo be able to protect her? Of course not. He mustn't come, she thought. Please. Perhaps he won't be able to find his way in again! He mustn't come. Yet there was nothing she wanted more, nothing in the whole wide world.

It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.

Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.

The only way ghosts can hurt you is through your own fear

Yes,' she whispered. 'He was more worried about the book than me.

I know why you're here ... This world doesn't frighten you half as much as the other one. You have nothing and nobody to lose here. Except Fox, and she clearly worries more about you than you do about her. You've left all that could frighten you in the other world. But then Will came here and brought it all with him.

Nichts verscheuchte böse Träume schneller als das Rascheln von bedrucktem Papier.

Ketakutan membunuh segalanya. Akal, hati dan juga fantasi

Oh yes, he was an idiot. He'd always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late.