Quotes About Fear

But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself.

We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!

For lo, what changes time can bring! The cycles of revolving years May free my heart from all its fears, And teach my lips a song to sing. Before yon field of trembling gold Is garnered into dusty sheaves, Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves Flutter as birds adown the wold, I may have run the glorious race, And caught the torch while yet aflame, And called upon the holy name Of Him who now doth hide His face. ARONA.

He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afriad.

And your eyes, they were green and grey Like an April day, But lit into amethyst When I stooped and kissed; And your mouth, it would never smile For a long, long while, Then it rippled all over with laughter Five minutes after. You were always afraid of a shower, Just like a flower: I remember you started and ran When the rain began. I remember I never could catch you, For no one could match you, You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, Little wings to your feet.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

Hay muchas cosas de las que nos desprenderíamos si no tuviéramos miedo de que otros las recogieran.

he had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.

Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. I hate it. Why? said the younger man wearily. Because, said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box, one can survive everything nowadays except that.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves.

The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion - these are the two things that govern us

I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like everyone else.

He was afraid of certainty.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.

Dorian Gray frowned and turned his head away. He could not help liking the tall, graceful young man who was standing by him. His romantic, olive-coloured face and worn expression interested him. There was something in his low languid voice that was absolutely fascinating. His cool, white, flowerlike hands, even, had a curious charm. They moved, as he spoke, like music, and seemed to have a language of their own. But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid.

love is not safe

But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid. Why had it been left for a stranger to reveal him to himself?

Hay muchas cosas que abandonaríamos si no temiéramos que otros pudiesen recogerlas.

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked.

things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression

The aim of life is self-development. To realise one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us.

Wierno??! (...) Jest w niej pragnienie posiadania. Wiele rzeczy wyrzuciliby?my, gdyby nie obawa, ?e inni mog? j? podnie??.