Quotes About Fear

men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.

He don't like no fancy stuff like that. He don't even like word writin'. Kinda scares 'im, I guess. Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.

She frightened her grandchildren because she had no weakness

They were land-hungry, ill-armed hordes too, and the legions could not stop them. Slaughter and terror did not stop them. How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched belles of his children? You can't scare him--he has known a fear beyond every other.

Thus it came about that the conquerors grew afraid of the conquered and their nerves wore thin and they shot at shadows in the night.

A frightened sorrow has closed down over my heart.

There is little difference between this tractor and a tank. The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both.

Men and women huddled in their houses, and they tied handkerchiefs over their noses when they went out, and wore goggles to protect their eyes.

Nedendir bilmem. Belki de herkes birbirinden korkuyor bu dünya da.

I wisht somebody'd shoot me if I got old an' a cripple.

Peut-être le savoir est-il trop grand, mais peut-être aussi l'homme devient-il trop petit. Peut-être qu'à force de s'agenouiller devant les atomes il finit par avoir une âme de la taille de ce qu'il adore. Peut-être le spécialiste n'est-il qu'un lâche qui a peur de regarder le monde extérieur à sa petite cage. Pensez à ce qu'il perd, votre spécialiste : le monde entier qui palpite de l'autre côté de sa clôture.

You can't make a general rule of it, because sometimes it flops, but mostly a guy that tries to scare you is

Purtiest goddamn country you ever seen, but they ain't nice to you, them folks. They're so scairt an' worried they ain't even nice to each other.

A frightened sorrow has closed down over my heart. I wish I were a child so I could cry. I'm too old to be afraid like this. And I've not felt such despair since a bird died in my hand by a flowing water long ago

Why, he'd kill a fella soon's he'd look at him. We got to keep these here people down or they'll take the country. They'll take the country. Outlanders, foreigners.

Y a pas beaucoup de gars qui voyagent ensemble, dit-il d'un ton rêveur. J'sais pas pourquoi. Peut-être que les gens ont peur les uns des autres, dans ce sacré monde. - C'est bien plus agréable de voyager avec quelqu'un qu'on connaît, dit George.

We can populate the dark with horrors, even we who think ourselves informed and sure, believing nothing we cannot measure or weigh. I knew beyond all doubt that the dark things crowding in on me either did not exist or were not dangerous to me, and still I was afraid.

There was some genuine worry about my traveling alone, open to attack, robbery, assault. It is well known that our roads are dangerous. And here I admit I had senseless qualms. It is some years since I have been alone, nameless, friendless, without any of the safety one gets from family, friends, and accomplices. There is no reality in the danger. It's just a very lonely, helpless feeling at first—a kind of desolate feeling.

Cesurca hamleler yapt??? olurdu ama bunlar korkakl?k çizgisinde birer parantezdi.

It frightens him to think of her this way. It makes her seem, in terms of love, so vast.

Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what's floating in unseen about to land, is not his son Nelson and daughter-in-law Pru and their two children but something more ominous and intimately his: his own death, shaped vaguely like an airplane.

I glance around at the nest we have made, at the floorboards polished by our bare feet, at the continents of stain on the ceiling like an old and all-wrong discoverer's map, at the earnestly bloated canvases I conscientiously cover with great streaks straining to say what even I am begining to suspect is the unsayable thing, and I grow frightened.

Life. Too much of it, and not enough. The fear that it will end some day, and the fear that tomorrow will be the same as yesterday.

We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way in. into the nether world