Quotes About Fear

But if these past years in Morganville have taught me anything, it's that sometimes you have to just . . . jump. It's not safe. It's never safe. But sometimes you have to live dangerously.

I know, he said. We are into the Bad Idea neighborhood and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. (Shane)

Myrnin: I think your ghost girl's afraid I'll try to bite her. I believe she may have, you know, mental issues ...

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

And that was when she had one single, awful realization. It's not a doll. And against all her best intentions, she began to scream and couldn't stop.

There were things out there in the world, things that vampires feared, and now those things were here. She was only seconds out of a very light, fitful sleep, but she knew that the nightmares had followed her effortlessly right into the real world. The draug. They weren't vampires; they were something else, something that moved through water, formed out of it, dragged vampires down to a slow and awful death.

Best to flee now, before the pitchforks and torches and scientists come calling.

To all those who face change without fear. Go forward. To the ever-transforming glory of the public library, without which we would all be diminished. No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments. We are all book lovers. And we all chase the Great Library of Alexandria, one book at a time.

You okay?" Eve asked her. Claire nodded, still gasping. "Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigger than Pilates.

Why? Eve asked between breathless pants. she wasn't much of a runner either. Someone's coming Shane said. Shhhh. Eve choked and strangled on a cough, and muttered got to cut down on the cigarettes. you don't smoke, Claire whispered. then i'm completely screwed.

But hope was a malicious, jagged thing, all spikes and razors that churned and cut deep in his guts. Hope was a great deal like fear.

A disrespectful young woman, she said. Something I was called more than once. Something every woman of quality is called sooner or later, by a man who feels they do not know their place. As we do not, because our place is as lofty as we may aspire to climb. It is the language of men who fear women.

You stole my paranoia, she said. I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my name or hating my politics. They were just going to kill me because they needed to kill something, and I was handy. At least zombies would have had a reason.

But everyone runs from the monster.Everyone except the monster slayer

If she'd ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared...that was different. He'd done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him.

Really? Claire said, and couldn't help but smile. That's what creeps you out. Waxing. You can take on vampires and draug and killers, but you're afraid of a little chest-hair pulling?

at least this way we're safe in a room with a door that locks. And the sign says they have HBO. That stands for Horrible Bloody Ohmygod. Eve said. which is the way they kill you. When you think you're safe.

I almost get killed at most parties. Hence, you can tell that's how much I love them.

Bad men skulking in the darkness have always been there, and always will.

The problem with ruling by fear is that eventually, when the fear fades, fury replaces it.

Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.

A disrespectful young woman...something I was called more than once. Something ever woman of quality is called sooner or later, by a man who feels they do not know their place. As we do not, because our place is as lofty as we may aspire to climb. It is the language of men who fear women.

I am not driving back home in a car with Bipolar Man, I said, and I meant it. Seriously. I've got weapons. -Shane, Fall of Night