Quotes About Fear

I'm not sure how long it will take to convince my heart to stop racing every time I'm confronted with no place to hide. Maybe a lifetime. Are you up for that?" "That's a lot of riddles." "I still have a few in me." I did too.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

I was afraid of all the lost choices I would never be able to make, and that for the rest of my life someone would always be telling me what to do or say or think, even when I had better ideas of my own. I was afraid of never being anything but what suited others and being pushed and prodded until I fit the mold they shoved me into and I forgot who I was and what I wanted.

But when I turned a chill caressed me—Go—a voice crawled up my spine—Leave—a finger turned my jaw—Hurry—and then there was a rushed blur of voices, hands, faces, running through the hall—Shhh, this way, run, don't say a word. Death strode among them, glanced at me, but this time he didn't smile. He wept. His arms were full and he could carry no more.

Now I understood why Sven preferred soldiering to love. It was easier to understand and far less likely to get you killed. I

White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone else, and a sprinkling of water. "Holy water, Jenna." "You can let go if you need to." "Forgiveness, Jenna." But I couldn't let go. It wasn't in my power. I was already swirling, flying, falling. To someplace deep I didn't understand. Where all the sounds buy my own voice disappeared. Only me. For so long. I don't want to be alone anymore. (120)

Everything had changed between us the day she held my slingshot and I placed my arms around her. It frightened me, this change, the way it made me feel and even think differently, but every day since then, as I rode to the valley, all I could think of was holding her again, kissing her, listening to her, watching her laugh. Just

But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great can fall.

It was in the sorrows, in the fear, in the need, that the knowing gained flight, and I had much of all of these.

The room closed in, dark and black and far from everything I had ever known. I felt like a child again, wishing I could curl into my mother's arms on a stormy night and she could whisper away my fears. The wind punched and thrashed against the shutters, unforgiving, and I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

Fear was the blood scent for wolves. The curious inched closer, peering at me with half-open mouths that revealed rotten teeth. Were they amused or sneering?

But everything about us didn't just feel right, it felt like something rare, something delicate that I was afraid of breaking. Something that only comes along once in a lifetime.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky?

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

What did they do to you, Kazi?" His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Who did what?" "Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Just this morning I'd been afraid that I might never meet the young man who loved her so. Now I feared if I ever did meet him, I would cut out his heart with a dull knife and feed it to the gulls. Finally,

Once we fear to take a stand, tyranny will have won.

I remembered my ride past the graveyard with Pauline this morning. I had known. Fear had seized me. Something was wrong. Something was hopelessly and irretrievably wrong. My flesh had crawled. Warning breezes. A candle. A prayer. A hope. An icy whisper. A cold clawed hand on my neck. I hadn't understood what it had meant, but I had known.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

Because too little talk frightens people and prompts questions. They're afraid of what goes on in a silent mind. As maybe they should be.

Sobald wir Angst davor haben, uns für etwas einzusetzen, haben Gewalt und Willkür schon gewonnen.

I know you've never wanted to hear this, but after yesterday I have to say it…" He paused, swallowed, as if afraid. "I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

My mind reasons that there's nothing to be afraid of, but something inside me I can't control reacts differently.