Quotes About Fear

Ah, the old don't-need-a-man thing. I love that line. I mean it sounds great, and girls love to say that stuff because it makes them sound all strong and independent. But it's not actually true, is it? Deep down they're panicking, getting more and more desperate, and the next thing you know, they're hurling themselves into a new relationship.

Being scared wasn't an emotion Zack was familiar with, but it had him in its grip now.

Whether or not this worked out, Ellie knew she would never regret it. Sometimes you just had to take the risk. Maybe it would be a brief but wonderful romance, maybe it would last a lifetime.

You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me. Why? she whispered. He met her gaze and held it. Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up. She could scarcely breathe. What's wrong with that? We'd drown.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered. "Define stupid." "Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts… "I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail.

Life is one big fat gamble, and the odds are never in your favor. So you either go for it anyway and toss the dice or you don't play. But not playing? She jabbed him in the bare chest with her finger. That's the coward's way out. And I hadn't pegged you for a coward. Figure your shit out.

You're not a job to me, Lily. Not even close. You're more. And I think I'm more to you too. I think it's not that you don't feel anything, it's that you feel too much. I scare you.

Anxiety Girl, able to jump to the worst conclusion in a single bound!

When you find someone who knows you're not perfect but treats you as if you are anyway, someone whose biggest fear is losing you, it's worth whatever you have to go through.

I'm a shaky traveler, she said. I can't even sleep through a flight, I have to be awake for the crash.

I hold people at a distance, I know it. I do it because I also know that anyone or anything can be ripped away from you at any time. But you, Becca…" He shook his head. "I can't—you're in, babe. You're past my walls, past my defenses. If I have to deal with that, so do you.

Maybe I didn't want to let you in," she said. Yeah, well, right back at ya, honey.

Anxiety is having 99 problems and 86 of them are made-up scenarios that might never happen, but you stress about them anyway.

I've been scared plenty of times. What I've never been is fearless. If you can run into a battle unafraid, you're not courageous, you're just a dumbass. It's knowing the price you're going to pay and being willing to pay it anyway that makes you brave.

You told me I shouldn't fall in love with you. Remember?" "Yeah, that's because I'm insanely stubborn. I've always thought I was so damn brave. I mean I put myself on the line every single day on the job." He laughed, and it was not in amusement. "But not my heart. Never my heart. And that doesn't make me brave at all. It makes me a coward.

He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

Scary movies and books were too much for her—she read only romance.

he'd always felt that life was worth living, fears and all, that if he didn't go for it, then why bother?

Finn?" "Yeah?" "Remember how you said the ball was in my court?" He pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be alone in this. "Don't go," she whispered softly.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

Because it's easier than facing the fact that I'm never quite . . . enough for someone.

I'm not built that way, I'm not good at relationships. I'm not good at letting people in and keeping them. I don't know how.

Cherophobia." She looked at him. "What?" "It's the fear of being happy.