Quotes About Fear

You live most intensely in human contact- and that's what we shrink from, poor timid creatures, from giving our souls to somebody to touch; for they, bungling fools, will generally paw it with dirty hands

When Clifford became really roused in his feelings about the common people, Connie was frightened. There was something devastatingly true in what he said. But it was a truth that killed.

She knew she submitted to life, which was her immediate master. But from her death, her ultimate master, she winced with fear and shame.

Piecemeal the body dies, and the timid soul has her footing washed away, as the dark flood rises.

Then her eyes blazed naken in a kind of ecstasy, that frightened him.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.

She was slightly afraid—deeply moved and religious. That was her best state. He was impotent against it.

With all her force, with all her soul she would make up to it for having brought it into the world unloved. She would love it all the more now it was here, carry it in her love. Its clear, knowing eyes gave her pain and fear. Did it know all about her? When it lay under her heart, had it been listening then? Was there a reproach in the look? She felt the marrow melt in her bones, with fear, and pain.

The children lay silent in suspense, waiting for a lull in the wind to hear what their father was doing. He might hit their mother again... And then, came the horror of the sudden silence: silence everywhere, outside, and downstairs. What was it?- was it a silence of blood? What had he done.

There's a bad time coming. There's a bad time coming, boys, there's a bad time coming! If things go on as they are, there's nothing lies in the future but death and destruction for these industrial masses. I feel my inside turn to water sometimes, and there you are, going to have a child by me.

And again the dread of the night came on him. He was a net-work of nerves, and when he was not braced up to work, and so full of energy: or when he was not listening-in, and so utterly neuter: then he was haunted by anxiety and a sense of dangerous, impending void. He was afraid. And Connie could keep the fear off him, if she would. But it was obvious she wouldn't, she wouldn't.

The world doesn't fear a new idea. It can pigeon-hole any idea. But it can't pigeon-hole a real new experience. It can only dodge. The world is a great dodger, and the Americans the greatest. Because they dodge their own very selves.

The rabbit presses back her ears, Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes And crouches low: then with wild spring Spurts from the terror of his oncoming To be choked back, the wire ring Her frantic effort throttling: Piteous brown ball of quivering fears!

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear. The motive of fear in religion is base, and must be left to the ancient worshippers of power, worship of Moloch. We do not worship power, in our enlightened souls. Power is degenerated to money and Napoleonic stupidity.

Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so scared of life!

He could only say the one thing he was afraid to say: Will you hide in my house, master?

Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.

I'm the terrorist, do what I say or I'll terrorize you.

I hate clowns. I've mentioned that, right?

Nights were the worst. I'd try to get some sleep, only to be thrown out of bed and dragged out into the compound for another game of Let's whack Bobby in the dark! - Bobby Pendragon, RoZ

It wasn't that I didn't trust Mark's flying, it was just that, okay, I didn't trust Mark's flying.

You must remember that here in Norway we are used to that sort of thing. There are witches everywhere.

Aren't you scared? asked Cheryl in a low voice. Not when we're together, said Kirsty, linking arms with her best friend.

Such was the paradox of love: out of fear of losing it, you willingly relinquished it. You inflicted upon yourself the wound you dreaded most of all.