Quotes About Fear

There are many things you have never done," Rowl responded. "To be frightened of them is of no use to you.

Fear and anger always come hand in hand. Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it.

It's a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

Dismembering monsters with a chain saw is one thing. People are another." "Yeah. People are easier." "Bob," I growled. "They're people.

Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face. Harry Dresden

Legionares are not afraid of dinner," Max growled, giving the taurg a dire glare. "Dinner is afraid of legionares.

Because . . . fear is a terrible, insidious thing, Waldo. It taints and stains everything it touches. If you let fear start driving some of your decisions, sooner or later, it will drive them all.

Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire. That's why black magic is so easy - it comes from lust, from fear, from things that are easy to feed and make grow. The sort I do is harder. It comes from something deeper than that, a truer and purer source - harder to tap, harder to keep, but ultimately more elegant, more powerful.

Humans are scared of just about everything. Problem is, their first reaction to be scared- Is to kill it.

She was furious that I had seen her true form, horrified and embarrassed that I had stripped her disguise away and seen the creature beneath. And she was afraid that I could take away even her mask, forever, with my power.

Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.

I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.

Wow. That's sort of pretty. In a Jaws kind of way.

I run—and not so that I'll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I'll be good at running.

And if I was to die, I was not going to go out in a gibbering heap of terror.

Reason. Reason was my next line of defense. Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.

Suppose I tell you to fuck off. I will no longer be in a playful mood, it purred. I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses andtales of terror

I knew I didn't have much of a chance of getting away from that swarm of fae piranha, but it was an infinitely larger chance than I would have if I stayed in the car and burned to death. Hell's bells, what I wouldn't give to have my shield bracelet. Or my old staff. I didn't even have an umbrella.

Fear has a lot of flavors and textures. There's a sharp, silver fear that runs like lightning through your arms and legs, galvanizes you into action, power, motion. There's heavy, leaden fear that comes in ingots, piling up in your belly during the empty hours between midnight and morning, when everything is dark, every problem grows larger, and every wound and illness grows worse.

Run away. Me and Monty Python.

Death is only frightening from the near side.

Worry is fear in disguise.

I'm afraid it isn't good news. The Council seems to have gone quite mad.