Quotes About Fear

În timp ce foarte mulÈ›i se temeau pentru soarta celor apropiaÈ›i, suferinÈ›a celorlalÈ›i nu mai conta aÈ™a de mult.

What Hitler did was advertise unoriginal ideas in an original way. He gave voice to phobias, prejudice, and resentment as no one else could. Others could say the same thing but make no impact at all. It was less what he said, than how he said it that counted. As it was to be throughout his 'career', presentation was what mattered.

The assertiveness of German nationalism at the turn of the century was in no small measure aggression born of fear – not just the traditional antagonism towards the French and the growing rivalry with Great Britain, but also the presumed threat seen in the Slavic east, and, internally, the perceived looming menace of Social Democracy, and culturally pessimistic worries about national degeneration and decline.

Horror is what happens when evil overtakes the heart

We always thought the robot apocalypse would be fleets of killer drones and war mecha the size of apartment blocks and terminators with red eyes. Not a row of mechanised checkouts

Desperation and nothing else sent her tumbling under the wheels of a tram. Sharp guillotine wheels ground past her head, then her fingers closed on a metal grille. She tore away the inspection cover. Metal steps spiked into the shaft of the personhole led down into anonymous oblivion. Head and shoulders went in. No more. "Too big, too big," shrieked the utterly inappropriate voice of reason.

A low, bubbling moan of prehuman fear. Then, one birth-strong heave pushed her through, and she was tumbling headfirst into the welcoming darkness.

Back to the world at the time of the Break. Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you

It was not till he was close upon us that I saw the man. He was little and elderly, with bowed shoulders and poorly dressed. I doubt whether I would have noticed him at all if it had not been for the sinister distinguishing mark on his left breast, the yellow star with Juif printed across it…. I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned. He passed us by without looking at us, but it was a full minute before I recovered the use of my legs. In all my life I have never felt so deeply humiliated.

Strangulation. It was a fearful way to go, wrestling, kicking your way towards oblivion, panic, the fretful sucking for air, and the killer behind you most likely, so that you faced the fear of something totally anonymous, a death without knowledge of who or why. Rebus had been taught methods of killing in the SAS. He knew what it felt like to have the garotte tighten on your neck, trusting to the opponent's prevailing sanity. A fearful way to go.

Job, actually. I read it once a long time ago. It seems more frightening now though. The man who begins to doubt, who shouts out against his God, looking for a response, and who gets one. 'God gave the world to the wicked,' he says at one point, and 'Why should I bother?' at another." "It sounds interesting. But he goes on bothering?" "Yes, that's the incredible thing.

You double bolted your door against the psychopath with the chainsaw, only to be stabbed in the back by your lover, husband, son or neighbour.

The mistrust and resentment they brought with them, the way tribes feared anything new, anything from outside the camp's tight confines.

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us.

You only regret the things you haven`t done !

I don't think your insecurity ever disappears. Sometimes I think the more successful you become the less secure you feel. This is kind of frightening, really.

But thirty years after that, at the battle of Pydna in 168, the Roman general Aemilius Paullus remarked he had never been so fearful as when he faced the Macedonian phalanx in battle array (pp. 166–167).

Ignorance leads to fear, fear leads to hatred, and hatred leads to violence. This is the equation.

I can't front—when I flew to New York to start shooting, it felt like I was committing career suicide.

When we started shooting New Jack City in April of 1990, I wasn't nervous anymore; I was fucking scared. Chris Rock was, too. We had a lot of heavy, dramatic scenes to pull off and we were both feeling the pressure.

La mente dell'uomo è contorta e in genere lo spinge a credere sempre alla peggiore delle ipotesi

Worry is a cloud which rains destruction.

You fear tomorrow: yet yesterday is just as dangerous.

A king who feared wasps once decreed that they were abolished. As it happened, they did him no harm. But he was eventually stung to death by scorpions.