Quotes About Fear

The Witch had been aiming straight for her head, intending to tear it off. (Dear little creatures, these Witches, aren't they?)

She's a queen and a mother and it's a mother's job to be scary," said Wish. "Well she's very successful at her job," shivered Bodkin.

It's only paranoia, whispered the Wodensfang, If things aren't out to get you...

When a young rabbit spots a hawk circling above, it may never have seen such a creature before- but there is some ancestral memory that tells it to be afraid, to leap in great, panicky bounds to the safety of the burrow

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

Bullies! Yellowbellies! Come closer and Toothless'll fry you to a frazzle! Toothless'll drag yer guts out and play 'em on a harp! Toothless'll... Toothless'll... Toothless'll... well, you just better not come any closer, that's all...! Oh, very brave, Toothless, said Hiccup sarcastically. If you shout louder they might even hear you.

Her past, she fears, is eclipsing her present.

I've been wondering lately whether fear is necessary for survival, whether it sharpens the senses during storms of uncertainity. Or is it, as I suspect, merely another variant of weakness?

Why would I want to stew in my aloneness?" "Because you're scared." "What am I scared of?" "Getting hurt. Knowing another person really well and another person knowing you really well. Feelings you can't make fun of. Interactions that go on for long enough that they maybe turn a little awkward or a little tedious instead of ending after ten minutes with a zinger.

Mark Twain say something about courage being the mastery of fear rather than the absence of fear?

In situations that make you nervous, do your best and proceed; others before you have also been nervous.

Ils sont tous ivres morts dice de Foxâ a bassa voce, stringendomi il braccio. Je commence à avoir peur. Allora io gli dico: Non mostrare di aver paura, per l'amor di Dio! Se si accorgono che hai paura, sono capaci di offendersi. Non sono cattivi: ma quando hanno bevuto, diventano come bambini. Non sono cattivi, lo so, dice de Foxâ son come bambini. Ma io ho paura dei bambini.

But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive.

But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive. from 'The Fallen Kings.

He took his time getting to her, as if he was sure she'd wait, sure of his own strength to hold her, even at that distance. He moved like he thought she was afraid of him, too afraid to run.

It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live without fear at his elbow, warning him, keeping him safe, keeping him frightened.

Fear lay down on top of her like a black cloud, trying to get into her mouth through her clenched teeth. There was nothing she could do but wait, and hope that the danger – a danger she couldn't even lift her head to meet – might not notice the little boat, drifting helpless through the fog.

Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike -- and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.

In the white, warmless light of the moon, his people's fear rose up like a tide towards Malke, and it seemed to Oriel that the King drank in that fear, as if it were wine to give him strength and rejoicing.

It seemed to her that, except to marry, the women of Trastad feared men, except for their fathers, and brothers; and the fathers, brothers and husbands mistrusted all other men.

The Damall liked to see Nikol being angry and not being able to do anything about it. The Damall liked to see Nikol being afraid and being ashamed.

If the Damall had caught Griff taking wine and salt, Griff would have begged forgiveness. Griff would have been afraid and sorry and promised never to do it again. When Griff was afraid he would promise. Later, he might take the wine and salt again, and be afraid again, and promise again, and break the promise again, over and over again. Griff had the bending strength of a sapling.

As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers, so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers.

And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought.