Quotes About Fear

The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid. —The Wizard of Oz

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. —Peter Pan

I think I'm afraid to be happy because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens. —Charlie Brown

I'd rather regret the things I've done than the things I haven't done. —Lucille Ball

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. —Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

La ansiedad, pensó, era como una bandada de pájaros posados en un cable telefónico. Cuando se acercaba gente echaban a volar y cuando la gente se alejaba volvían dando saltitos

Her work had been going so well and now it was all going to end.

In my hefty elf sack, your nightmares now keep. Better think twice before falling asleep - The Nightmare Elf

He'd wanted to accompany her, but both of them knew it'd be smarter for him to stay home. In other words, neither of them trusts me. And who can really blame them? The last time they both went away together, a stalker broke into our house, our basement turned into a scene out of Fright Night , and I nearly gave my boyfriend a concussion.

Ever since what happened last fall, my dad has made a feeble though still earnest attempt at safeguarding our place. He's put stickers on all the windows and poked yard signs into the lawn, both of which claim that we have a security system (we don't). He's also installed motion-detector lights that go on and off pretty much whenever they feel like it.

Laurie Faria Stolarz

Dispelling fear. Taming what was scary not by hiding it, not by blocking it or burying it, not by keeping it secret, but by reminding themselves, and everyone else, to choose love, choose openness, to think and be calm. That there were more ways than just two, wider possibilities than hidden or betrayed, stalled or brokenhearted, male or female, right or wrong. Middle ways. Ways beyond.

Dispelling fear. Taming what was scary not by hiding it, not by blocking it or burying it, not by keeping it secret, but

ispelling fear. Taming what was scary not by hiding it, not by blocking it or burying it, not by keeping it secret, but by reminding themselves, and everyone else, to choose love, choose openness, to think and be calm. That there were more ways than just two, wider possibilities than hidden or betrayed, stalled or brokenhearted, male or female, right or wrong. Middle ways. Ways beyond.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're, going to die. He couldn't loos at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

Dispelling fear. Taming what was scary not by hiding it, not by blocking it or burying it, not by keeping it secret, but by reminding themselves, and everyone else, to choose love, choose openness, to think and be calm.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're going to die. He couldn't look at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

Rosie appreciated the support but wasn't sure parenting ever really qualified as brave—or maybe it always did—because it's not like you had a choice.

wide world of not-yet-enlightened people were nothing more or less than scared. They needed their fear dispelled, their seas calmed, their storms allayed.

This is what Grandma was worried about, you know.' 'Me eating a whole chocolate cake practically all by myself in a single sitting?' 'You falling in love with a computer geek. Sure, they have good stock options and smokin' hot bods, but what about that dark side of genius that reanimates the dead?

there was nothing yet to fear, and so he passed it off as joy, as heart-pounding, pulse-quaking joy. Not as a premonition. Not as the moment to grab her hand and turn and run.

She knew that what came out of kids was often terrifying, but its coming out, rather than staying inside, was the happy ending.

Fear, without potential mitigating

Write about the emotions you fear the most.