Quotes About Fear

There is nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted, as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle.

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on. Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. 'Cos I had some sense.

Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don't know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. [...] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He's got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it's only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum.

Of course we're frightened sometimes but we put up with being frightened.

So the last part, the bit we can all talk about, is kind of deciding on the fear. We've got to talk about this fear and decide there's nothing in it.

It was, perhaps, no situation from which to face a charging badger.

Uno tiene miedo porque la gente siempre tiene miedo.

Grownups know things," said Piggy. "They ain't afraid of the dark. They'd meet and have tea and discuss. Then things 'ud be all right—

Che idea, pensare che la Bestia fosse qualcosa che si potesse cacciare e uccidere! [...] Lo sapevi, no?… Che io sono una parte di te? Vieni vicino, vicino, vicino! che io sono la ragione per cui non c'è niente da fare? Per cui le cose vanno come vanno?

El miedo no puede hacer más daño que un sueño.

And dying is more natural than living, because what could be more unnatural than that panicstricken thing leaping and falling like a last flame beneath the ribs?

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

As for the fear, you'll have to put up with that like the rest of us.

They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. In Simon's right temple, a pulse began to beat on the brain.

Bir hayvan olmad???n? biliyorum; yani öyle pençeleri filan olan bir hayvan demek istiyorum. Korkunun olmad???n? da biliyorum... ... Ancak insanlardan korkmad???m?z sürece.

Quizá haya una bestia… quizá solo estemos nosotros

The trouble is: Are there ghosts, Piggy? Or beasts?" " 'Course there aren't." "Why not?" "'Cos things wouldn't make sense. Houses an' streets, an'—TV—they wouldn't work.

The thing is – fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

I'm frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.

He says the beast comes out of the sea. The last laugh died away. Ralph turned involuntarily, a black, humped figure against the lagoon. The assembly looked with him, considered the vast stretches of water, the high sea of beyond, unknown indigo of infinite possibility, heard silently the sough and whisper from the reef

hayal ürünü yarat?klardan deÄŸil, ancak insanlardan korkulmas? gerektiÄŸini söyler.

There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast. . .

Piggy was calling him a kid. Another voice told him not to be a fool; and the darkness and desperate enterprise gave the night a kind of dentist's chair reality.

Talvez", disse ele, hesitante, "talvez exista um monstro".[...] "Não sei", Seu coração batia forte e quase o sufocava. "Mas..." [...] "Eu queria dizer que... pode ser só a gente.