Quotes About Fear

Wishes to Diffuse Fear-Triggering Anger: "I want all rage totally and easily lifted from me in a happy way" "I want all emotional violence totally lifted from me" "I want all frustration totally lifted from me" "I want the instinctive reaction of anger totally lifted from me.

Now I understand. Alice is afraid. The whole town is afraid because the world doesn't make sense to them anymore. Two kids go missing and suddenly everything is all messed up.

Not that she didn't enjoy the holidays: but she always felt—and it was, perhaps, the measure of her peculiar happiness—a little relieved when they were over. Her normal life pleased her so well that she was half afraid to step out of its frame in case one day she should find herself unable to get back.

Waarschijnlijk omdat de dood de enige ziekte is waar we niet mee besmet hoeven te worden, waarvan we de bacil al vanaf de geboorte bij ons dragen.

Niet bang zijn voor de natuur. Dat is ook maar een natuurverschijnsel.

Some say the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom," Gertie said. "I think the fear of women is the beginning of wisdom. At least for men.

I'm not getting near that cat as long as he's trigger-happy," Ida Belle said. "A cat with a loaded gun and the ability to fire it is what a lot of nightmares are made of.

I looked right into the face of pure evil. And the worst part is, it wasn't the enemy.

She was going to die. Emma knew it with complete certainty. She was trapped in

Performers are so vulnerable. They're frightened of humiliation, sure their work will be crap. I try to make an environment where it's warm, where it's OK to fail - a kind of home, I suppose.

The bravest soldiers aren't unafraid, but they're the ones who are able to harness their fear on behalf of courage.

I had it in my head. I thought I had it in my heart—in my body—but I didn't; not really. I couldn't. It was too scary, like stepping off a cliff without knowing if there was a trampoline below. It meant doing life differently.

When I'm single, I'm this fabulous, independent, confident woman, and then I get involved with one disastrous man after another and I turn into this needy, insecure, fearful girl who becomes frightened of her own shadow.

I wonder if they're shielding themselves from me, and not the icy wind. If they knew what I've done… what I'm capable of… what I'm planning to do… they'd do more than cover their necks with scarves. I scowl into the wind. I hate cowardice.

Such a vulnerable position, baring the neck, as if waiting for the executioner's axe. The vampire's bite. The intimate kiss of a lover. And now, for me… a collar and chain.

skull stares at me with foreboding, another one a head with an open-mouthed scream. They run together so they're barely distinguishable, the black rose the only reminder of his humanity.

The fairy tales warn you: Do not go in, you who would eat will be eaten.

Like Others In the end, I was like others. A person. Sometimes embarrassed, sometimes afraid. When "Fire!" was shouted, some ran toward it, some away— I neck-deep among them.

He himself felt frightened and alarmed when he reflected on the inevitability of old age, sickness and death. He became silent and withdrawn.

No one is more vulnerable to fear than a man who keeps another in bondage. He will do anything to prevent justice from rearing its head — for he knows well what he deserves at the hands of those he subjugates.

Drei Drachen kriechen in meinen Schlaf, die Seele woll'n sie lebendig zum Fraß. Feurigen Atems, gespaltener Zunge genießen sie jeden Mahl. Three dragons creep into my sleep, the spirit wanting life in its repast. Fiery breaths, flicking tongues relishing every meal.

Fear has trapped me, rendered me immobile and powerless. I'd forgotten I even had wings, let alone how to use them.

superstitions of a long Cornish ancestry, had touched wood (but only without legs, for fear your luck would walk away from you)

Danger is everywhere, but fear, that's a choice we make.