Quotes About Fear

Panic attacks were like earthquakes. It wasn't a matter of if there would be another one. It was only a question of when it would strike. She had discovered the hard way that it might be weeks, months or even years between attacks. Or it could be tomorrow night.

Maybe his worst nightmare had finally become his new reality.

Showing signs of weakness was a good way to get eaten.

Privately she thought she understood exactly why Pamela Bedford and Lindsay Mills had lost their nerve on the eve of marriage. It would take courage to marry Sam Stark.

Elle pense qu'elle va mourir, qu'elle est jeune et qu'elle aussi, elle aurait bien aimé vivre.

I don't mind being killed, but I don't want them to touch me.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.

Patlama hep bir vaat, bir umut ????? olmuÅŸtur. ÖrneÄŸin Harrisburg'de herkes filmdeki gibi nükleer patlaman?n gerçekleÅŸeceÄŸi ân? beklemekte ve patlasa da biz de ÅŸu ne idüÄŸü belirsiz panik duygusuyla cayd?rma amaçl? nükleer patlama düÅŸüncesinden kurtulsak diyecek hâle gelmektedir.

The balance of terror is the terror of balance.

Not only can there be no seduction, but there can be no rape either without a minimal signal. A being capable of truly extinguishing all signals and emitting no anticipated response would be protected even from violence. This is indeed the attitude we instinctively take when faced with physical aggression or aggressive demands – suppression of the signals of fear or desire.

The West is seized with panic at the thought of not being able to save what the symbolic order had been able to conserve for forty centuries, but out of sight

?nsan?n ya?ant?s?n? paralize eden ?eyin ad? atom bombas? atma tehdidi de?ildir. Ya?am?m?z? kanser eden ?eyin ad? cayd?rmad?r.

In days gone by, we were afraid of dying in dishonour or a state of sin. Nowadays, we are afraid of dying fools. Now the fact is that there is no Extreme Unction to absolve us of foolishness. We endure it here on earth as subjective eternity.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

Tu dis que tu aimes les fleurs et tu leur coupes la queue, tu dis que tu aimes les chiens et tu leur mets une laisse, tu dis que tu aimes les oiseaux et tu les mets en cage, tu dis que tu m'aimes alors moi j'ai peur.

Ce qui caractérise notre époque, c'est la crainte d'avoir l'air bête en décernant une louange, et la certitude d'avoir l'air intelligent en décernant un blâme. »

Her hands trembled as she pressed them together to make them stop, for Kapugen had taught her that fear can so cripple a person that he cannot think or act. Already she was too scared to crawl. Change your ways when fear seizes, he had said, for it usually means you are doing something wrong.

Everyone believes very easily whatever he fears or desires.

To hell with pleasure that's haunted by fear.

The gods of this land are monsters.

All ghost stories come to this, she understood. All ghost stories end in one of two ways: You are dead or I am dead . If people only understood this, Portia thought, they would never be frightened, they would only need to ask themselves, Who among us has died? And then she occurred to her that she was the ghost in her story. She had spent years haunting her own life, without ever noticing.

They were soft-centered, emotional beings wrapped in a terrified carapace, that even though they might appear rational and collected on paper, so focused that you wanted to marvel at their promise and maturity, they were lurching, turbulent muddles of conflict in their three-dimensional lives...the creative ones were desperately afraid they were talentless, and the intellectuals deeply suspected they weren't brilliant, and that every single one of them felt ugly and stupid and utterly fake.

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