Quotes About Fear

You're going to send me down first?" "I thought you would want to go down first." "I want to go down never.

She switched the headlamp on and saw bats clinging to the side of the cave inches from her face. Someone whimpered. She supposed it was her. She switched the lamp off and played out the rope, dropping more slowly, trying to control the whimpering.

Seneca, the Roman philosopher. Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

We received our colouring from the Norsemen, hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones who sacked Rome. Fear only feeble old age and death in bed. Don't forget who you are.

Prostitute. Whore. What did they really mean anyway? Only words. Words trailing their streamers of judgment. I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots-- prostitute, housewife, saint-- like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

She joked about her fears, but it was the kind of joke where you knew people thought it was ridiculous, and you pretended you thought so too, but underneath you were completely serious.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

My mother was not herself in the time of the Santa Anas. I was twelve years old and I was afraid for her.

Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.

He had bars on all the windows now. She stroked his new security door with the pads of her fingers like it was fur. "Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.

I wanted to put words between us, like spikes, to keep myself from falling into him like a girl without bones.

What if he…" But I didn't want to say die…dying was a matter for professionals, not poets.

My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.

Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy. It frightened me for Claire to bare her needs so openly. If a person needed something badly, it was my experience that it would surely be taken away. I didn't need to put mirrors on the roof to know that.

snakes rarely bite above the ankles

anyway. People didn't fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

That was the frightening part about believing in things. You could wake up one day and it could all be gone.

We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water. I

Dincolo de toate temerile, avertiz?rile, Dincolo de toate, GreÈ™elile unei femei sunt diferite de cele ale unei fete, Sunt scrise cu foc în piatr?, Sunt o tr?s?tur?, nu o eroare.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

Žinai, aukš?io baim? yra sav?s baim? - niekad nežinai, kada gali nušokti žemyn.