Quotes About Fear

Cruelty and fear shake hands together. An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

If youth were not ignorant and timid, civilization would be impossible.

There's nothing so fearsome as the revolt of a sheep," said de Marsay.

Seguimos viendo, y quizá tememos a quienes están al tanto del daño que nos hacen, mientras que el que hiere ignorando la profundidad de su herida es tenido como un tonto, por un zote que no sabe sacar partido de nada y todo el mundo le desprecia.

Aaron was uncomfortable and a little afraid. This, he thought, is how God might pray to his God.

A lot of people fear death because they think that so overwhelming an experience has to be painful, but I've seen quite a few deaths, and, with one exception, I've never known anyone to undergo anything like agony. That's amazing when you think about it. I mean, how complicated the mechanism is that's being taken apart.

As a people, we have become obsessed with Health. There is something fundamentally, radically unhealthy about all this. We do not seem to be seeking more exuberance in living as much as staving off failure, putting off dying. We have lost all confidence in the human body.

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

If you weren't scared, you wouldn't be human, you wouldn't be brave. What do you mean? I ask. If you were fearless, you wouldn't need to overcome it. Bravery means being scared and going forward anyway, Fia says. That's courage

To be honest, I'm scared to death of rollercoaster rides.

I did not want to spend the night on the lonely plain. I was afraid of ten thousand ghosts, and of the ogres and goblins that dwelled in the forest around it. The murmur of a stream sounded to me like the voice of the water spirit, and every time a fox barked or an owl hooted I came awake, my pulse racing.

You could jump so much higher when you had somewhere safe to fall.

It was interesting that fury and fear could look so much the same.

Watching someone have a panic attack was like looking in the eyes of someone trapped behind glass, drowning right in front of you.

She said that sometimes you had to be brave enough to "point your life in a new direction.

she felt such an intense sensation of happiness it frightened her, because surely there was a price to pay for this sort of bliss.

For the first time in her sixty-nine years she felt the fear: the fear every woman knows is always waiting for her, the possibility that lurks and scuttles in the shadows of her mind, even if she's spent her entire life being so tenderly loved and protected by good men.

Of course, a minute was enough. Never take your eyes off them. Never look away. It happens so fast. It happens without a sound. All those stories in the news. All those parents. All those mistakes she'd read about. ... Children with stupid, foolish, neglectful parents. Children who died while surrounded by so-called responsible adults. And each time she would pretend to be non-judgmental, but really, deep down she was thinking: Not me. That could never really happen to me.

In case she can't get what's in her head and her heart on the canvas. Maybe she's afraid of being afraid. That she'll be so paralyzed by fear she won't do a thing, she'll just stand there with her paintbrush, feeling like a fraud.

only difference between fear and excitement is the exhalation?

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

Joy always overcooked chicken. She had a terror of salmonella […] She put her fingertips to her hairline. She was sweating. Food poisoning? Savannah's roast chicken had been so wonderfully tender! Was this the price you had to pay for tender chicken? It was too high a price!

Ever since she'd been living alone, she'd gone to bed with the television on; the comforting banality of the murmuring voices and flickering images warded off the feeling of terror that could sometimes overwhelm her.

now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.