Quotes About Fear

Don't you know?" she had said. "The gods love their monsters.

You dare to threaten me?" These gods, I thought. They always say the same thing.

They would both have run screaming at the first tooth. They cannot bear any pain at all. They are not like us.

It had never truly been anger, only fear and sorrow.

But there was something in me that was sick of fear and awe, of gazing at the heavens and wondering what someone would allow me.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am conforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way that it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.

But there was something else, less easy to name. A loss, or lessening, that I feared her presence might bring.

There was a wildness in me, of hope and terror.

There are no bargains between lions and men

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull." (pg. 48)

I sat frozen, afraid to move lest I give myself away. I am bound to this war.

That night, slipping among us like a snake, quick and silent and flickering, the plague began.

Néanmoins, une partie de moi était lasse d'être aussi craintive et respectueuse, de contempler le paradis en se demandant ce qu'on lui autoriserait.

mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it—in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. Two months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death.

do not fear for Troy. It is only Hector that he wants. Hector, and Hector alone. When Hector is dead, he will stop.

His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

El miedo era como una copa de pánico cuyo contenido se agitaba en mi interior, amenazando con verterse de un momento a otro.

His rage was so hot the air bent and wavered around him. "I can end you with a thought." It was my oldest fear, that white annihilation. I felt it shiver through me. But enough. At last, enough.

As we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.

Is she well?" "She is well. She wants to meet you." I felt a surge of fear, but stifled it. "Do you think I should?" I could not imagine what she would want with me. I knew her reputation for hating mortals.