Quotes About Fear

I'm angry at Chris. I'm hurt. "Well, you know what I fear? This is my fear. This moment when, once again, you shut me out and I'm alone. If you were going to leave me alone, you should have walked away before now, when I still knew how to breathe without you.

He wants you. I want you. I can't walk away from you, Amy, and I have this sense that you could bolt at any minute. And yes, you're right. I'm being barbaric. And intense. That's who I am and I can't be anyone but me. When I want something, I go after it. And baby, I want you, and all I can say is you might be smart to run before I get any more into you, but please don't.

Fear and a secret are two different things," I remind him, pointing out the difference in the two phrases.  "Often they come together. A secret that leads to fear in one way, shape, or form.

The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next is so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last. Never anticipation, never feeling anything. No. I cannot go back. So why am I so terrified of going forward?

without telling him what I don't want to tell him. What I have to tell him.

He stills, and our eyes lock, his narrowing, holding mine captive. "Run to me, not from me.

I trust this woman more than I trust myself right now. And that scares me in a way I haven't been scared in a very long time.

My fingers curl on his cheek, and all self-consciousness is gone, forgotten. "I'm not afraid of whatever you're talking about. I think you keep warning me away because you're the one who's afraid.

You do know I couldn't let you run, don't you?" "I wasn't—" "You were." "If you think that, then why'd you come after me?" "Because you didn't want to run. You just thought you had to." "That's a little arrogant." "It's honest. I like honesty.

We're here and we prey on you

I was used to shooting beer cans off the back of an old washing machine, or at things that ran away from me that I intended to eat—not things that ran toward me with the intent of eating me. I'd found that to be a significant difference.

I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.

Bodyguard work came easily to hobgoblins. When you're huge, furry, fanged, and yellow-eyed, you don't need much else as a deterrent.

If I live in fear of what might be, how can I truly live my life to the full in the present? And if I do not give myself to the day, to hope, to life, what do I miss?

I was hedging. I had no idea about what would happen if I told him something about the future. Like that Siena would face a plague within a few years. And that Florence would eventually rule them. What would happen if I let such things slip? All sorts of time/space continuum stuff might come crashing down. Or maybe it wouldn't. I should've watched more Star Trek as a kid.

There is no place for fear, Ailith," Niero said, easily reading it in our faces. "Guard against it. The presence of fear denies the power of the Maker and invites the enemy to use it for his own purposes. And where the Maker sends us, we are to go in complete trust. We have been called." He put out his hand, using the leading phrase our trainer had always used. We all placed our hands atop his. "And we shall answer," we said as one.

Fear is not of the Lord. It is of the Enemy. Do not give in to it.

Sometimes fear is something we must battle through. Other times it's something the Lord gives us to warn us to take heed.

Guys are just scared of beautiful girls, Dad said. Sure, Dad, I said. Only ugly girls go to dances. The right one will come around, he promised. You'll see.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl. and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it.

Tis when we act as our own little gods that we tend to get into trouble. That is when fear overtakes trust

never have chosen to have a panic attack on that ordinary morning, riding the elevator up to his office. He certainly wouldn't have chosen the breakdown that followed: the nine days during which he couldn't think of going anywhere without having the panic start all over again.

The people on the agoraphobia board had been right when they'd claimed that the fear of panic is what really hurts you. If you can just manage to ride it out, you will find yourself on the other side.