Quotes About Fear

A fourth part of his brain was saying, This is the part where you run and scream a lot. He was listening to the fourth part.

If you ever want to feel like you're on the verge of total, abject bowel-releasing terror, try making your way a klick or two out of a forest, at night, with the certain feeling you're being hunted. It makes you feel alive, it really does, but not in a way you want to feel alive.

screamed the scream of the abandoned

Victor Frankenstein had assembled from the bodies of the dead and then jolted into life. Jared saw how Frankenstein felt pride in creating life, but how he feared and rejected the creature once that life had been given; how the creature lashed out, killing the doctor's family and friends, and how creator and created were finally consumed in a pyre, their fates interlocked. The allusions between the monster and the Special Forces were all too obvious.

The only real question is, who are the monsters?" "They ask that question in every monster movie, you know. It's an actual trope." "I know," Tom said. "What does it say about us that it's relevant every single time they ask it?

I do have a sense of adventure," I said. "It's overawed by my sense of self-preservation.

Fear enters the room and sits down in a chair and with a polite smile asks to open negotiations.

Creativity eventually comes from the need not to have ourselves or other people eaten by leopards.

There is a certain type of person who feels like they must be armed at every moment of the day or else the world will come for them in some way. Back home, this is very much not a good way to live.

But whether it truly exists or not, humans need the idea of Hell, whether it be to scare us into a moral life, comfort the smug ones who believe everyone else is going there, or simply to remind us that the actions of our lives, good or ill, live beyond those lives themselves, and the accounting of them may occur past the day we ourselves happen to stop.

You know humans have a bad reputation. Among the rest of us. "I've heard," Wilson said. That you're deceptive. That you'll go against your contracts and treaties. That you're terrified of all of us and your way of solving that problem is trying to destroy us all. "But on the bright side, we all have lovely singing voices," Wilson said.

Their lives were their own, and in their way they loved and feared and wondered and hoped. They did not expect me to be the end of all of that.

Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist.

What I fear is diminishment, and subtle change, and the moment in which a life without you becomes a sustainable thought.

There is a certain type of person who feels like they must be armed at every moment of the day or else the world will come for them in some way.

Alex Roentgen twisted again, faced the ground that would kill him, and screamed the scream of the abandoned.

If you don't have a disposition to question, you're going to fear change. But if you're comfortable questioning, experimenting, connecting things—then change is something that becomes an adventure. And if you can see it as an adventure, then you're off and running.

God is love Fear not Be still Know the truth Love your neighbor as you love yourself Love one another as I have loved you

Almost anyone could be Fascist under the right circumstances. If they get scared enough. It's because, you see, most people live their lives like sleepwalkers. They're not really awake, though they think they are. And sleepwalkers are easily lead. That's why we have to fight so hard. Because it never quite goes away.

Everyone was always in danger, after all. From cancer, from car crashes and plane crashes, from criminals. Most people managed denial; managed to pretend they were safe.

Many fear death. But I do not. For I've tasted the oneness we call love. Death cannot steal it. Nor temper it. No, I'll take my love with me, wherever I travel. And it shall endure.

She was tired of being afraid, so impossibly weary of her own fears that a part of her wanted to sit on the quite beach forever. If she sat in the sand forever,she wouldn't have to face the troubles that often seemed to define her life. As a tear descended her cheek, she wiped it away, turning toward the sea.

No you don't understand. I've been afraid my whole life. So Sorry, but may I ask of what? Of the future...of my path..I've..I've been afraid of so many things. Perhaps..Perhaps your days of being afraid are done.

Annie didn't reply, her own words about death reminding her of the terror that had consumed her when she dropped beneath the waves. In that blackness, she hadn't thought about those she loved, or of all that she'd done. On the contrary, she'd been reminded of what she hadn't done. And the fear of never doing such things had filled her with a longing she hadn't known.