Quotes About Fear

Every idea that occurred to him, because he became familiar with it in seconds, came with the fear of having stolen it.

Mas tenho medo do que é novo e tenho medo de viver o que não entendo, quero sempre ter a garantia de pelo menos estar pensando que entendo, não sei me entregar à desorientação.

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire – the one that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck – casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of pink to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

se eu gritasse acordaria milhares de seres gritantes que iniciariam pelos telhados um coro de gritos e horror. Se eu gritasse desencadearia a existência - a existência de quê? a existência do mundo. Com reverência eu temia a existência do mundo para mim.

Como se explica que o meu maior medo seja exatamente o de ir vivendo o que for sendo?

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire - the ones that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck - casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of punk to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. "That" had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I'd be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I'd be a blank mirror.

Animal life boils down to this pursuit of pleasure after all. Human life is more complex: it boils down to the pursuit of pleasure, to fear of it, and above all to the dissatisfaction of the time in between. What I'm saying is a little simplistic, but it doesn't matter for now. Do you understand? All yearning is pursuit of pleasure. All remorse, pity, benevolence, is fear of it. All despair and seeking alternative routes are dissatisfaction. There you have it in a nutshell, if you wish.

Pues prescidir de la esperanza significa que tengo que pasar a vivir y no solo a prometerme la vida. Y este es el mayor miedo que puedo tener.

No soporté más y estoy confensando que ya sabía una verdad que nunca tuvo utilidad y aplicación, y que tendría miedo de aplicar, pues no soy lo bastante adulta para saber usar una verdad sin destruirme.

Medo de não amar, pior do que o medo de não ser amado.

Ah, my love, do not be afraid of neediness: it is our greater destiny. Love is so much more fatal than I had thought, love is as inherent as wanting itself, and we are guaranteed by a necessity that shall renew itself continuously. Love already is, it is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce—which is called passion.

There I was open-mouthed and offended and withdrawn—faced with the dusty being looking back at me. Take what I saw: because what I was seeing with an embarrassment so painful and so frightened and so innocent, what I was seeing was life looking back at me.

It was the loud monotony of an eternity that breathes. That terrified me. The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

Eu pedi socorro e não me foi negado. Senti-me então como se eu fosse um tigre com flecha mortal cravada na carne e que estivesse rondando devagar as pessoas medrosas para descobrir quem teria coragem de aproximar-se e tirar-lhe a dor. E então há a pessoa que sabe que tigre ferido é apenas tão perigoso como criança. E aproximando-se da fera, sem medo de tocá-la, arranca a flecha fincada.

It is curious that I can´t say who I am. That is to say, I know it all too well, but I can´t say it. More than anything, I´m afraid to say it, because the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say.

Lo que yo era antes no era bueno para mí. Pero de ese no-bueno yo había organizado lo mejor: la esperanza. De mi propio mal había creado un bien futuro. El miedo ahora ¿es que mi nuevo modo carezca de sentido? Pero ¿por qué no me dejo guiar por lo que vaya ocurriendo? Tendré que correr el sagrado riesgo del azar. Y sustituiré el destino por la probabilidad.

Este libro requirió una libertad tan grande que tuve miedo de darla. Está por encima de mí. Intenté escribirlo humildemente. Yo soy más fuerte que yo. C. L.

Tenho medo de escrever. É tão perigoso. Quem tentou, sabe. Perigo de mexer no que está oculto – e o mundo não está à tona, está oculto em suas raízes submersas em profundidades do mar. Para escrever tenho que me colocar no vazio. Neste vazio é que existo intuitivamente. Mas é um vazio terrivelmente perigoso: dele arranco sangue.

Cada novo livro é uma viagem. Só que é uma viagem de olhos vendados em mares nunca dantes revelados – a mordaça nos olhos, o terror da escuridão é total.

E que seria a mesma em mim! se eu tivesse coragem de abandonar... de abandonar meus sentimentos? Se eu tivesse coragem de abandonar a esperança.

Já me parece sinceramente não pertencer mais a nenhum lugar, tenho medo disso. Mas vamos deixar o futuro ao futuro.

To be happy is a great responsibility. Few have the nerve. I have the nerve but with a bit of fear. A happy person is one who has accepted death. When I'm too happy, I feel a gagging anguish; I get scared.

No, she didn't want to be happy. For fear of entering an unknown world. She preferred the mediocrity of a life she knew. Then she tried to laugh to disguise the terrible and fatal choice.