Quotes About Fear

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Fear is a quicksand that slows and grips and strangles, leaving its victims unable to act, too timid to do what life requires.

The only enemy to fear is the enemy within, the demon that speaks in your own voice, the assassin in the mirror.

When I face myself, I go, "You have a fear of really being on your own. So you know what? That's what we're gonna do right now."

Red Riding Hood ran from her wolf," he told her with an edge of amusement. "Red Riding Hood didn´t know what the hell she was missing

I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it.

There is no such thing as chance, or fortune; nor is there a readier way to gain the fear of God, and to put our whole trust in Him, than to be thoroughly versed in the doctrine of Predestination.

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming

Too oft is a smile But the hypocrite's wile, To mask detestation or fear; Give me a soft sigh, Whilst the soultelling eye Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear

With nothing left to love— there's naught to dread.

Wit is so shining a quality that everybody admires it most people aim at it, all people fear it, and few love it unless in themselves. A man must have a good share of wit himself to endure a great share of it in another.

Whatever happens will be for the worse, and it is therefore in our interest that as little should happen as possible

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, do not go there; if you dislike black night and yawning chasms, never make them your profession.

Choices made in fear to fix the moment can poison the future.

Stop drowning your dreams by jumping into waters that you are unable to swim in.

It didn't occur to me that I never named my own mystery illness the spring before (except to misdiagnose it to friends as mono), because I'd been afraid to admit, even to my mother, how much I'd wanted to lie down somewhere and hide. Black women, tall and strong as cypress trees, didn't pull that. Pain and shame and cowardice and fear had to be kept secret.

A true gangster can smell out a person's strenghts and weaknesses in a matter of minutes, but what they can sense most of all, what their bodies are most attuned to, is the scent of fear.

It's always better to like a gangster from a distance anyway. Like a tiger cub in a cage. They always look soft and cute and warm behind those iron bars. Everybody's happy, smilimg, waving, taking pictures. But you take away those bars and all that goes away. All that's left is the fear.

O guarda il demonietto! come fugge!

Quante volte mi sono trovato su un trampolino con sotto il mare azzurro, e non mi sono tuffato

Without fear, there cannot be true courage

The pain, the sense of loss, of fear—it would hit out of nowhere. She'd learned this. She'd also learned to accept it, and to bow under it, give in to it, because the harder she tried to shove it away, the harder it hit next time around, and it would be all the more debilitating