Quotes About Fear

Okay," I said, fear making my voice weak. This is bad. This is very, very bad." Wish

I don't want to get killed. Or arrested. I'm really bad at being arrested. Or killed.

There are bad things in the world. There's no getting away from that. But that doesn't mean nothing can be done about them. You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because sometimes you get hurt.

She staggered forward screaming and sobbing, bearing the torch aloft and certain that death was there for her, breathing softly, black wings rustling like those of the crows that waited, waited somewhere in the predawn darkness to sweep down on the eyes of the dead.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

Ever heard a pack of wolves growling in anger? It's less than restful.

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door.

My .38 had been lost in the battle with the gang of half-mad lycanthropes the year before, and I'd replaced it with a medium-barreled .357. I must have been feeling insecure that day, or something

This is scary." "And we're doing it anyway," I said. "That makes us brave, right?" "If we get away with it," I said. "If we don't, it just makes us stupid.

My dear cousin has a very odd relationship with fear -- though mostly she's too busy to be bothered with it.

terrified. What it does to you to see the power of darkness

The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.

Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.

The fears of an old woman in a society that does not love or revere the wisdom of age as it once did.

You know when you hear stories about people freezing when a tiger roars? That's infrasound, having an effect on the parasympathetic nervous system.

Right. Looks like Mavra and her scourge are in town. One of them came pretty close to punching my ticket tonight." Bob's eyelights flickered with interest. "Neat. So the usual drill? Wait for them to try again so you can backtrack the attackers to Mavra?" "Not this time. I'm going to find them first, kick down their door, and kill them all in their sleep." "Wow. That's an atypically vicious plan, Harry." "Yeah. I liked it too.

Dead silence. "Drink some coffee," I told him. He did. "Scared?" "Yeah." "Good," I said. "That's smart." "Well, then," he murmured. "I m-must be the smartest guy in the whole world.

And... this plague. What does it do? I asked. It changes that which ought not change, she said quietly. It destroys a father's love for his family by twisting it into maniacal ambition. It distorts and corrupts the good intentions of agents of mortal law into violence and death. It erodes the sensible fear that keeps the weakly talented sorcerer from reaching out for more power, no matter how terrible the cost.

Aurora turned her lovely face fully toward me and regarded me with deep, quiet eyes. "Yes." Unease gnawed at my belly as she continued. "The strong conquer and the weak are conquered. That is Winter. That is what you have learned." She leaned closer and said, quietly emphatic, "That is what makes you dangerous. Do you see?

All hospital emergency rooms have the same feel to them. They're all decorated in the same dull, muted tones and softened edges, which are meant to be comforting and aren't. They all have the same smell too: one part tangy antiseptics, one part cool dispassion, one part anxiety, and one part naked fear. They

Watch out, he's loose!" I screamed to a nearby suit, reeling back toward him and fighting to keep the sudden grin off my face. "He'll tear us all apart!

As melhores pessoas anseiam pela meritocracia, enquanto as pessoas medíocres tem medo dela.

Although it felt much longer, within a few seconds the pilot came over the loudspeaker. He spoke in German and Roxanne couldn't discern much from the tone of his voice. Then she heard the passengers who could understand him audibly gasp. This made her even more frightened. Finally, in somewhat broken English, the pilot announced that airspace over the United States was closed and he had been ordered to land in Gander, Newfoundland. He offered no further explanation.

Despair sees no hope, while hope sees no despair.