Quotes About Fear

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

They are frightened of the air.

Not them. Didn't you hear what the pilot said? About the atom bomb? They're all dead.

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest toward the open beach.

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest towards the open beach.

They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.

This dreadful eruption from an unknown world

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. 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.

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

Birinden korkunca ondan nefret edersiniz ama boyuna da düÅŸünüp durursunuz onu. Kendi kendinizi aldat?rs?n?z; asl?nda kötü deÄŸildir dersiniz. Ama onu görünce, t?pk? nefes darl???na tutulmuÅŸ gibi olursunuz, soluk alamazs?n?z.

You are a silly little boy,' said the Lord of the Flies, 'just an ignorant, silly little boy.

Demek istediÄŸim ÅŸu... Bizden baÅŸka canavar yok belki...

Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arm sand legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in along, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.

The enemy is always in the mind.

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren't necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn't make them so.

Buttercup could picture Westley rounding the final corner. There were four guards outside waiting. At ten seconds per guard, she began figuring, but then stopped, because numbers had always been her enemy. She looked down at her hands. Oh, I hope he still thinks I'm pretty, she thought; those nightmares took a lot out of me.

William Goldman

Child; sweet child. I have a knife. I have my sword. I did not come across the world to lose you now. (Westley)

He must be very desperate, or very frightened, or very stupid, or very brave. Very all four I should think.

DON'T BE FRIGHTENED! Inigo screamed. I'M NOT, I'M NOT! Fezzik screamed right back.

What are you so afraid oft Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. Getting water up my nose, he whispered. I hate it so much. And then he buried his head again.

The Thieves Quarter was worse than he remembered. Always, before, Fezzik had been with him, and they made rhymes, and Fezzik was enough to keep any thief away. Inigo moved panicked up the dark streets, desperately afraid.

He had heard odd things about this place, and lions didn't bother him, and who cared about gorillas; they were nothing. It was the creepers that made him squeamish. And the slitherers. And the stingers. And the . . . and the everything, Fezzik decided, to be truthful and honest. Spiders and snakes and bugs and bats and you name it—he just wasn't very fond of any of them.