Quotes About Fear

It was the fear others felt, much more than hatred or some other emotion, that had made a victim of me. It was because fear had seized some of them by the throat that I was handed over to torturers and executioners, and it was also fear that had turned those same torturers, formerly men like me, into monsters; fear that had caused the seeds of evil, which we all carry, to germinate inside them.

C'est bien la peur éprouvée par d'autres, beaucoup plus que la haine ou je ne sais quel autre sentiment, qui m'avait transformé en victime.

Schloss le regarde comme un monstre, un monstre qui a pris l'eau, mais un monstre tout de même.

L'idiotie est une maladie qui va bien avec la peur. L'une et l,autre s'engraissent mutuellement, créant une gangrène qui ne demande qu'à se propager.

el miedo surge cuando descubrimos lo que hasta el día anterior creíamos ignorar.

Desgarra de una vez como un trapo estas sombras, engañoso mendigo, cubierto con harapos, rondador de mortajas: es vergüenza fingir a distancia la muerte, basta con sentir miedo cuando esto sea. Ahora ponte una piel de sol y sal afuera igual que un cazador contra el viento, atraviesa como agua fresca y rápida tu vida".

It cannot be done all at once. To overpower vertigo - the keeper of the abyss- one must tame it, cautiously.

My destiny no longer has me conquering the highest toowers in the world, but rather the void they protect. This cannot be measured.

So one reason the science educators panic at the first sign of public rebellion is that they fear exposure of the implicit religious content in what they are teaching.

To step off the reservation to question the rules of the larger society is to take a great risk, but perhaps also to find a great opportunity. We will never know how great the opportunity was if we are afraid to take the risk.

extreme divers are exacting and disciplined when they are in the water. They share the paranoiac's conviction that the worst will always try to happen, at the worst possible time.

Nh? Napoleon ?ã nói, chi?n tranh v?n d? r?t ?áng s?, cho nên nó nên ???c thúc ??y càng máu tanh càng t?t ?? ch?m d?t nhanh nh?t có th?.

There is a fear that accompanies returning to a place that holds many of your life's memories, especially if years pass between leaving and returning.

The woman wore a grey knee-length skirt, what once must have been a nicely pressed white blouse. She carried heels in one hand as she ran in the grass, toward Hoover Drive. A fast zombie in a dark business suit, complete with a thin black tie, was right behind her. He reached for her, swiping passes with bloated blue hands. She serpentined. Left. Right. Doubling back. Good moves. She was like an over-dressed running back. Her shoes the ball.

It was there. In my mind. After the call I'd just taken, after talking with LaForce. But I wouldn't say it out loud. Wouldn't even let myself form the complete thought in my head. Wasn't believing it. No fucking way zombies were real. Day of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, The Walking Dead – Fuck no. Fuck Milla Jovovich and all of that shit.

The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

Human misery universally arises from some error that man admits as true. We confound our fears with the idea feared, and place the evil in the thing seen or believed. Here is a great error, for we never see what we are afraid of.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. —LORD BYRON

Si tu as pour moi un peu d'affection, cela me suffit / Car rien n'est plus fort que ce qui est vrai ; / Mais le soir est tombé et je suis terrifié de ne pas te voir. [95]

Every day my anxiety is higher, every day the grief more mortal. Today more than yesterday terror exalts me…

C'è una voracità, che hai con le persone che ti vivono intorno, che mi spaventa. E questo tanto più perché io so quanto, dentro di te, ci sia solamente un fondo di sincera bontà

C'era un futuro per loro? Sarebbe stato capace di difendere questo amore? Non sarebbero morti entrambi? Non era tutto inutile?

whether we are aware of it or not, every act of trust carries with it a shiver of fear.

I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.