Quotes About Fear

Tell your parents the truth. A knot of fear settled in Ford's stomach. Tell them about you, you mean. That's one way to do it. But what if things don't work out for you and me? Dan blew out breath impatiently. So? You're still going to be gay, aren't you? I'm not gay. I never said that. Well, you may not be, but you sure fooled me a couple of times.

Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.

I'd rather get a brain tumor than go back to teaching.

I saw a doe and a fawn but Sonia chased them away, roaring as if they meant us harm. I rehearsed my entire life and I heard my heart for the first time. In the morning I had fantasies of love and laughter, even creating the image of Duane and my father riding horseback up the drawn toward me.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

People fear death even more than they fear pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power.

But I always hesitate, unwilling to take a leap into the unknown. Because I can't tell which will burn more... The flames surrounding me... or the fire within.

We started into the tunnel on our bikes, but quickly dismounted once the darkness set in.

How to make her run? No problem there. For a fearful shadow lies constantly over the residents of Uneasy Street. It casts itself through the ostensibly friendly handshake, or the gorgeously wrapped package. It beams out from the baby's carriage, the barber's chair, the beauty parlor. Every neighbor is suspect, every outsider, every period; even one's own husband or wife of sweetheart. There is no ease on Uneasy Street. The longer one's tenancy, the more untenable it becomes.

Fundamentalism is essentially a revolt against modernity. It is a reaction usually based on profound fear and defensiveness against "losing the faith.

Only fools venture where the spirits dread

do you know the difference between a therapist and a terrorist?" "No," I replied. "Well," he said, "you can negotiate with a terrorist.

It's not the books by Stephen King that I read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

I often try to reassure myself by saying, "Well, at least it can't get any worse." But the truth is, it always can. And that's what really terrifies me.

The future, vague and sad, did not frighten me half as much as knowing that it was not carved in stone.

Doesn't everyone sell his soul? I tell you, sir: the devil does not exist, there is no devil, yet I sold him my soul. That is what I am afraid of. To whom did I sell it? That is what I am afraid of, my dear sir: we sell our souls, only there is no buyer.

Aqui digo: que se teme por amor; mas que, por amor, também, é que a coragem se faz.

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Once she was born, I was never not afraid.

Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.