Quotes About Fear

No te equivocas, estaba desesperada y no puedo dejar de estarlo. Mientras te escucho pienso en él. Lo amo, soy su amante. No te puedo soportar, te tengo miedo y te odio… Puedes hacer conmigo lo que quieras.

be tempted by so easy a way of ending my life. I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it. And all this befell

In the corporal's changed face, in the sound of his voice, in the stirring and deafening noise of the drums, he recognized that mysterious, callous force which compelled people against their will to kill their fellow men—that force the effect of which he had witnessed during the executions. To fear or to try to escape that force, to address entreaties or exhortations to those who served as its tools, was useless.

Înainte m? sim?eam stingher,chiar panicat,când vedeam o femeie dichisit?,în rochie de bal,dar acum mi-e de-a dreptul groaz?,v?d în ea ceva periculos pentru b?rba?i,ceva ce contravine legilor ?i îmi vine s? chem poli?ia,s? cer protec?ie împotriva pericolului,s? cer ca obiectul periculos s? fie luat de acolo,îndep?rtat.

and at once, amidst all the skaters, he knew her. He knew she was there by the rapture and the terror that seized his heart.

Like a wounded animal at bay watching the dogs and the hunt close in, Natasha looked from one to the other.

He had said the very thing that her soul desired but that her reason feared.

Only one step across that line, which reminds on the boundary that separates living from the dead, and then there's uncertainty, torture and death.

A youth doesn't bother a man to be brave.

What has become of it? Where are you, pain?" He turned his attention to it. "Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? Let the pain be." "And death … where is it?" He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light. "So that's what it is!" he suddenly exclaimed aloud. "What joy!

Temia como que manchar naquele meio impuro, vicioso, a imagem cândida que tinha na mente.

With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hard-hearted men would have aroused. Although

Now he experienced a feeling akin to that of a man who, while calmly crossing a bridge over a precipice, should suddenly discover that the bridge is broken, and that there is a chasm below. That chasm was life itself, the bridge that artificial life in which Aleksey Aleksandrovich had lived. For the first time the question presented itself to him of the possibility of his wife's loving someone else, and he was horrified at it.

Solo los cerebros vacíos, o los corazones inconstantes, tiene miedo de quedar en silencio frente a sí mismos

En el combate, un hombre miedoso está perdido. El valor, más aún que exponer, se impone, porque la muerte también, con tal de que se la mire a la cara, se deja asustar

Terror is a powerful means of policy and one would have to be a hypocrite not to understand this.

quality demands a democracy of producers and consumers, freedom of criticism and initiative – conditions incompatible with a totalitarian regime of fear, lies and flattery.

One of the cheapest commodities in the world is unfulfilled genius. All of us want to be known as a unique individual, the one who broke out of the pack. So, you offer yourself up as a sacrifice and what you're afraid of is losing and being thrown back into the pack. One question taunts you. Do you want to have, or do you want to be?

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

In the thin light of hunted pleasure, I become afraid that I will never know my sorrow. I call on you with a cry that concentrates the heart. When will I cry out in gratitude? When will I sing to your mercy?

Madam, I have just come from a country where people are hanged if they talk.

By the eyes, some will say, but I think not, really, for to the spectral tarsier in the bush, or to the owl in the churchyard tower, man and his lights must truly hold a demonic menace.

Courage is continuing to perform your daily tasks, and being hopeful despite the odds, not inflicting your fears on others, and remaining sensitive to their needs and expectations, and also not supposing, because you're dying, nothing matters any more.