Quotes About Fear

We will survive this, my sons. We will survive until you are men, and when Eeluk is old, he will wonder if it is you coming for him every time he hears hooves in the darkness.

You will revenge my father's death and we will be one tribe across the face of the plains, one people. As it should always have been. Let the Tartars fear us then. Let the Chin fear us.

If you had been there, you would have beshit yourself, believe me.

If they love you, they will do what you wish,but only WHEN they want to. If they fear you, they will do what you wish EXACTLY when you wish. So, is it better to love or fear you?

If they love you, they will do what you wish,but only WHEN they want to. If they fear you, they will do what you wish EXACTLY when you wish. So, is it better to love or to fear you?

Nothing sapped morale like the fear of being attacked from behind.

Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!" "Aye, lass," he said with a sinful grin. "Completely alive." She was suddenly aware of the hardness of his groin against her belly and pulled back away from him.

They did not realize what a supreme effort of courage it required to make this young girl go out alone into the wide world, and face its vastness and its strangeness.

The very old lady in black looked up at a notice over the window: TO STOP THE TRAIN PULL DOWN THE CHAIN PENALTY FOR IMPROPER USE, FIVE POUNDS. She smiled the gentlest, sweetest smile. "All my life I have been afraid that one day the temptation would prove too much for me," she said. "Don't suppose there's anyone who doesn't feel like that, ma'am," said the soldier, grinning.

Angela Dodson: Well, this has been real educational, but... I don't believe in the devil. John Constantine: You should... He believes in you.

Done Amid fear and suspicion, with startled minds and frightened eyes, we pine and scheme over what steps to take to avoid the certain danger that threatens us so horribly. Yet we are wrong. This was not the danger in store; the portents were false (or we never heard them, or failed to construe them properly). It's some other disaster, precipitous, violent, one we hadn't imagined, that suddenly takes us unawares, and – there's no time now – overcomes us.

Old Men's Souls Within their ancient, decrepit bodies the souls of old men wallow. Poor things, so full of sorrow: how bored with the wretched life they bear, yet how they cherish it and how they fear its loss, these contrary and befuddled souls, tragicomically huddled inside their ancient, desiccated hides.

I will not fear my passions, like a coward; I will give my body entirely to pleasure, to dreamed-of joys, the most brazen erotic desires, the most depraved passions in my blood, all without fear.

Old repressed antipathy stirred in her. She had a rooted fear of rooms full of objects. They weighed on down and held one there, exerting force and discipline. Anyone married to all this was truly to be pitied.

As a kid, I liked the 'Halloween' movies and 'Nightmare On Elm Street' and all that kind of stuff. But as an adult, I really don't watch much horror, to be honest.

The funny thing about life is that it's slowly ending, every second of every day, but it's the fear of ending that drives us the most to live.

My dear brother Barack Obama has a certain fear of free black men. As a young brother who grows up in a white context, brilliant African father, he's always had to fear being a white man with black skin. All he has known culturally is white. He has a certain rootlessness, a deracination.

White supremacist ideology is based first and foremost on the degradation of black bodies in order to control them. One of the best ways to instill fear in people is to terrorize them. Yet this fear is best sustained by convincing them that their bodies are ugly, their intellect is inherently underdeveloped, their culture is less civilized, and their future warrants less concern than that of other peoples.

Fear kills everything. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

Most days I woke up brimming with a sudden terror--that I'd forgotten to do essential things, that I'd never make friends in Colorado, that my appearance as an adult in the world was only a thin candy shell hiding a tiny, rattling center of incompetent thirteen-year-old, or worse yet, nothing at all.

Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.

Many grew introspective and talked of things men usually keep to themselves. Hundreds later recalled that they found themselves admitting their fears and talking of other personal matters with unusual candor. They drew closer to one another on this strange night and confided in men they had never even met before.