Quotes About Fear

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

The biggest risk is not taking any risk.

Gathering speed, the wagon reached the point where the tunnel took a sudden plunge. Its passengers held on tightly as the vehicle tipped over the edge and careered into the abyss. Ireheart wooped in excitement, Boëndal held on for dear life, Bavragor burst into song, and Goïmgar petitioned Vraccas, while Tungdil wondered if any of his companions were sane.

Come out, so I can kill you!

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

En el fondo, toda filosofía no era más que el canto lastimero de un niño que se ve obligado a ahuyentar el miedo que le causa la oscuridad.

Maybe I'm afraid that if I could do otherwise I would gradually cease to be a human being, and would soon be creeping about, dirty and stinking, emitting incomprehensible noises. Not that I'm afraid of becoming an animal. That wouldn't be too bad, but a human being can never become just an animal; he plunges beyond, into the abyss.

I know that I, like every living thing, will have to die some day, but my hands, my feet and my guts still don't know it, which is why death seems so unreal.

Ich habe mich nie nachts im Wald gefürchtet, während ich in der Stadt immer ängstlich war. Warum das so war, weiß ich nicht, wahrscheinlich weil ich nie daran dachte, daß ich auch im Wald auf Menschen treffen konnte

I've taken on this task to keep me from staring into the gloom and being frightened. For I am frightened. Fear creeps up on me from all sides, and I don't want to wait until it gets to me and overpowers me. I shall write until darkness falls, and this new, unfamiliar work should make my mind tired, empty and drowsy. I'm not afraid of morning, only of the long, gloomy afternoons.

Déjà, je ne suis plus qu'une fine pellicule recouvrant un amoncellement de souvenirs. Je n'en peux plus. Qu'adviendra-t-il de mois si cette peau venait à se rompre ?

You either have faith or fear, not both. Things, they think, generate fear. The more things you have, the more you have to fear. Eventually you are living your life for things.

Ellos (Los Auténticos) creen que los objetos generan miedo. Cuantas más cosas tienes más tienes que temer. Al final sólo vives para tener cosas.

If you lived all your life with monsters, what was monstrous?

Do you know what we mean by Cold War? —War don't have no temperature.

Everywhere I go to find this boy, to save this boy, I run into something worse than what we are saving him from … but we still think monsters are the ones with claws, and scales and skin.

Because every man who fight monster become a monster too, and there be at least one woman in Kingston who think me is the killer of all things name hope.

It's not the actual crime that makes me want to leave, it's the possibility that it can happen any time, any second now, even in the next minute. That it might never happen at all, but I'll think it will happen any second now for the next ten years.

Learn this, all nice and decent people. An election year commence as soon as the first gunshot buss.

whenever you hold a gun, it's really the gun that's holding you.

My mother is so afraid of trouble that trouble sticks to her close just because he never gets tired of proving a point.

Can't play it safe when nowhere safe anymore

Gun weight is a different kind of weight. Or maybe it be something else, a feeling that whenever you hold a gun is really the gun holding you.