Quotes About Fear

It was scary to think of happily ever after. It was scary to think about trusting someone enough to give him your heart now, hoping he wouldn't break it later.

Let me begin afresh. Perhaps, this time, to tell the truth. For in the biting hush of ink on paper, where truth ought raise its head and speak without fear, I have long lied.

Truth-telling is a luxury for those whose lives aren't at risk.

Some women, Ester, like to believe their hearts are made of glass, which must shatter if they so much as think of a sin. Oh Ester, shatter

The God the tradition spoke of must necessarily wish for the well-being of His creations. Either there was no such God, then....or perhaps there existed only a God who could do nothing to alter the world's evils. Then did God quake in helpless fear at the roar of fire, the cry of a mob? Did God too tremble at times with the rage and confusion?

For in the biting hush of ink on paper, where truth ought raise its head and speak without fear, I have long lied.

Don't--she bit her lip and held it. Don't turn your back just because it terrifies you. [...] I don't think I'm strong enough, Aaron said. Slowly the steam faded from the pub's windows. Helen was staring across the street as well. She said, How do you think people get strong?

There are only two kinds of people in the world. Those who are alive and those who are afraid

Marion: What is all this? What's going on? Clint: The same thing that's always going on. The end of the world.

Frightening delusions would seize her, such as knives coming through the walls and fear of people wanting to kill her. The psychiatric profession might describe such a condition in terms of brain chemistry. In esoteric terms, we might say that the borders were breaking down between three levels—the archetypal world of principles, the lower realm of dreams, and the world of daily life.

All monsters have their fits of depression.

Avarice is a closed door, you don't know what's happening behind it, & before knocking you feel anxious.

What a man dares to do, he should dare to confess- unless he is a coward.

when teaching or parenting, you must always try to see things from the child's point of view and never use fear as a shortcut for education.

Be afraid in proportion to the threat.

I am wary of any gun, anywhere, anytime—except when it's in Stormy's hand. She could sit with her finger on the detonation button of a nuclear weapon, and I would feel safe enough to nap.

Maybe they traveled into darkness eternal without protest because they lacked the imagination to envision anything else.

Throughout history, whole societies that seemed stable have imploded when self-righteous narcissists, enflamed by insane ideologies, so threatened the larger population of the sane that soon everyone feared to stand against the violence, whereupon madness accelerated. No one seemed to remember the lessons of history—or cared to learn them.

It's difficult to spend time in any carnival or amusement park and not realize that a repressed fear of death may be the one emotion that is constant in the human heart even if, most of the time, it is confined to the unconscious as we go about our business. Thrill rides offer us a chance to acknowledge our ever-present dread, to release the tension that arises from repression of it, and to subtly delude ourselves with the illusion of invulnerability that surviving the Big Drop can provide.

Falling in love could be like falling off a cliff, no water below but plenty of rocks.

There is no adult terror equivalent to what an innocent child experiences when first confronted with the truth that evil is not merely a figment of fairy tales, that it walks the world in countless forms, and that what it seeks most aggressively is the destruction of the innocent.

He's got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what's happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.

Nothing gives us courage more readily than the desire to avoid looking like a damn fool.

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.