Quotes About Fear

is easier to go without love than to accept a form of love that reawakens our fears of loss. In fact, to receive love feels far more dangerous than to be without it.

Lies are usually caused by undue fear of men.

I am hyper vigilant and would be dangerous if threatened.... If someone broke into my house or attacked me in the street, it's THEM I would fear for.... But as Yo La Tengo recently put it so succinctly: I am not afraid of you and I will beat your ass.

a frantic stream of words flows from us because we are in a constant process of adjusting our public image. we fear so deeply what we think, other people see in us that we talk in order to straighten out their understanding..... one of the fruits of silence (or keeping your mouth shut) is the freedom to let God be our justifier. we don't need to straighten out others. when we can allow God to justify and set things right, that brings us to believe that God can care for us-reputation and all

Pauline Hopkins shared this very real fear that black people were threatened with annihilation. She adressed her plea to "all Negroes, whether Frenchmen, Spaniards, Americans or Africans to rediscover their history as one weapon in the struggle against opression".

You are as young as your faith, or as old as your dpubt, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

I like to do something I fear.

People fear what they can't understand and harm what they fear.

If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

to an outsider, it might look like a harsh thing, like inaction of the worst sort or a purposeful forgetting, but when you're the one choosing to look away, you know it's because your heart is simply trying to make it to tomorrow. your heart is scared to death, and it would rather not know than take a chance on being destroyed by the whole truth.

Hello there," she said. Then she remembered she hated him and frowned. "What are you doing here?" "Your horse returned without you early this morning. I feared the worst." Her heart stuttered, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of gratitude. She huffed. "I didn't need you to come rescue me, you know." "And yet here I am.

The sugarteeth aren't down here, let's face it," said Bramble. "They would have attacked one of us by now.They've probably run away.I'd bet a harold they've thrown themselves off the garden bridge to join their beastly comrades.

Bramble: Your afraid of the King. Admit it. Mr. Bradford: My lady, who isn't?

Why, Mrs. Michaelson, just what are you afraid of? Me?

No, no, no, no, he had to be okay. He had to be out there...going for help, she thought. And then she looked at the thing in her hand at last. She held... A horse. A tiny little black plastic horse.

Courage is being afraid - and going ahead, anyway.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd once been held in solitary confinement: a force field of muscle-memory-stored pain and toxic energy so palpable I was afraid that if I stayed any longer it might suck me back in.

The day they brought him forth to die they feared he might incite the crowd (the man was famous for his eloquence). And so his captors placed upon his face an iron mask in which he could not speak. That is how they burned him. That is how he died, without a word, in front of everyone.

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.

A young girl's body is the most dangerous place in the world, as it is the spot where violence is most likely to be enacted.

Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most. —Dostoevsky