Quotes About Fear

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)

in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning ere th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.

These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

All is the fear, and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way:

Well may I get aboard. [He sees a bear.] This is the chase: I am gone for ever! [Exist pursued by a bear.]

To be poor but content is actually to be quite rich. But you can have endless riches and still be as poor as anyone if you are always afraid of losing your riches.

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours.

There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.

Best safety lies in fear.

How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague?

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and none

Know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.

Whence is that knocking? How is't with me when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha - they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood         Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.