Quotes About Fear

I'm frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.

Truth is dangerous.

She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it's to tell her that something bad has happened.

Just say she never gets to hear me say that I always knew she was something special and that's why I was so horrible to her. Because people with that much spirit frighten the hell out of me. They make me want to be a better person when I know it's not possible.

I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in. "He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.

Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue.

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around? What will be left of me then?

But it was definitely a car trailing me and quickly I prepared myself for a great dash. I began quickening my step and when it stopped alongside me I could stand it no longer. "My father's a cop and he'll kill you," I screeched without looking. "No, he's a barrister," I heard Michael Andretti say in a calm voice, "and he'll kill you if you don't get into this car.

I look around for the counter that sells my scent, but I'm so petrified that if I spray it in the air, nothing will come out. And then Mia's scent seems to fade away and everything else fades away with it and I know that all I have to do to recapture it is press the spray button again.

Lucian's father had warned him to fear idle men. Without the pride gained from a good day's work, they were left to their vices and the doubts that crowded their head. Their hatred. Their envy.

Hold my hand,' she said, sobbing against him. "Hold my hand because I might disappear

She told him that from this angle the treetops looked like cauliflower and she had once heard them beckon her to jump, promising her that if she did, they'd bounce her back in the air again. Some days, like today, he was petrified she'd listen to them.

He could hardly breathe at the though of his son and Quintana in Sorel with no one to protect them.

There was this time when I looked at a picture and thought it was a man with horns, but when I stepped up to study it I could see it was actually a butterfly with wings standing up straight. That's what happens when you stop looking at things from far away. My advice… look at whatever you're scared of from a different angle. Look at it up really close.

But I want to give in to it sometimes, only because I'm tired and the feeling that I've had for a while-that something is haunting me down-becomes all consuming and I'm frightened that one morning there will be not enough to keep me going.

Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys,' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

There was a caged fury to him. A feralness that seeped out of every pore. "Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming?" I had asked. "Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated." And for reasons I will never understand, I received a smile from Jonah Griggs, and there was a yearning in it, touching a nerve inside me that still freaks me out to this day.

And then he told me to close my eyes. And I think I've been frightened to do just that ever since.

An arm was instantly around his neck. A dagger to his throat. A savage growl in his ear. Sagra. How he missed her.

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

I'm frightened to look at myself in the mirror because maybe nothing's there.

If you close your eyes, you get to control your own darkness.

Pero ¿Qué ocurrirá con nosotros cuando tu no estés bien? Nos volveremos patéticos, incluso más de lo que soy yo ahora. Así que, ¿Por qué iba a querer yo que alguien lo sea todo para mi, si un día puede dejar de estar cerca? ¿Entonces qué quedara de mi?