Quotes About Fear

Oh, you mean instead of grabbing you?" Ben flinched as though he'd been slapped.

I miss Faerieland with a raw intensity. It's magic I long for, magic I miss. Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

I cannot help observing that beneath his defiance is fear. I know what it is to say the clever thing because you don't want anyone to know how scared you are. It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

I am used to girls screaming, and your screams- your screams will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

I am no closer to finding a way to get out of here and no clearer on my father's plan. The only thing I am closer to is getting caught.

He might not want to hurt me, but that doesn't mean he won't.

Charlie's fingers closed around the bat and she pushed herself to her feet, shaking with adrenaline and fear and rage. With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one. They better carve that on her tomb. The Charlie Hall credo.

I didn't mean to hurt you." He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. Our fingers lace together. "No, it's not that, not exactly. I didn't think I could hurt you. And I never thought you would be afraid of me.

Only idiots aren't scared of things that are scary

I don't want to be a vampire, she told herself over and over again. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

If i pretend not to be scared, I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

I was afraid of magic from the first moment that Lady Nore and Lord Jarel stepped into my bedroom in the mortal world. And I couldn't stop being afraid of myself. Afraid of the monster I saw when I glimpsed my reflection in still pools, in windows. But all I am is magic. Unmagic. I am not nothing. I am what is beyond nothing. Annihilation. I am the unraveler. I can pull apart magic with a thought.

Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue to hunt as I have. And you give me your littlest finger.' 'To eat?' I ask, taking the flame away from the hat. 'If I like,' she returns. 'Or to wear like a brooch. What do you care what I do with it? The point is that it will be mine.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Maybe he was more right than I wanted to believe.

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if, by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

It was terrifying,' he says, 'watching you fall. I mean, you're generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before.' 'Mortals are fragile,' I say. 'Not you,' he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. 'You never break.

Só idiotas não têm medo de coisas assustadoras.

It was good to be hugged. Even by a monster

It's frightening to have a choice like this in front of me, a choice that changes all future choices.

I'm kind of a coward about love", she continued, "I said i wished boys would show me some secret side of themselves, but you did, and now all i wanna do is run away.

When I look at her, I am filled with the same hate and fear that paralyzed me throughout my childhood. And yet, there is fresh madness in her yellow eyes. She is not the same as she was when I saw her last. And disturbingly, I see myself in her. Resentful, and trapped, and full of thwarted desire. The worst parts of me, and all my worst potential.

It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.

He grabs hold of my wrist. I am shocked by the sensation of his skin warm against mine. 'Take care,' he says, and then smiles. 'It would be very dull to have to sit here for an entire day just because you went and got yourself killed.' 'My last thought would be of your boredom.

I feel like a child again, a helpless child in a house of death.