Quotes About Fear

Death was here. The showdown wouldn't occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in blood.

I am the wind...I am death.

Don't worry, my friend. I won't let you die." I was seventeen and stupid and I believed him.

Do not be afraid to fall, be afraid to to land... For no one has ever died from falling they have died from landing instantaneously.

Death is just a distant rumour to the young.

Now I am about to take my last voyage a great leap in the dark.

The obsession with the afterlife is born of a panic at not having memories of a before-life.

Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I'm still alive.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

Death by plane crash scares me. I travel a lot, and when you hit turbulence, and post 9/11, that's in the back of my mind a bit.

I think that people would like to, at all times, reject death and disease with technology.

I am more afraid of our own mistakes than of our enemies' designs.

I am always driven by the terror of humiliation.

I graduated from school for graphic design, and I started to get into acting class just to get over severe fright. I was an extremely shy person. I could barely say hello to anybody.

Designing is a lot like a high-wire act - if the tightrope walker is only six inches off the ground, where's the excitement?

The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.

Most fears of rejection rest on the desire for approval from other people. Don't base your self-esteem on their opinions.

So long as your desire to explore is greater than your desire to not screw up, you're on the right track.

Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash.

Everything you desire is outside your comfort zone - otherwise, you would already have it.

There is a cowardly propensity in the human heart that delights in oppressing somebody else, and in the gratification of this base desire we always select a victim that can be outraged with safety.

Freaks are called freaks and are treated as they are treated – in the main, abominably – because they are human beings who cause to echo, deep within us, our most profound terrors and desires.

When desire dies, fear is born.