Quotes About Fear

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

There were many terrible things in my life and most of them never happened.

Vladimir Poutine est d'autant plus martial qu'il n'a jamais connu la guerre. S'il aime à projeter l'image d'un héros viril, c'est qu'il est hanté par elle.

Il est probablement impossible, pour des gens ayant vécu et prospéré dans un système social donné, d'imaginer le point de vue de ceux qui, n'ayant jamais rien eu à attendre de ce système, envisagent sa destruction sans frayeur particulière.

For these Muslims, the real enemy—the thing they fear and hate—isn't Catholicism. It's secularism. It's laicism. It's atheist materialism. They think of Catholics as fellow believers. Catholicism is a religion of the Book. Catholics are one step away from converting to Islam—that's the true, original Muslim vision of Christianity.

Il me dit: « Vous avez dû avoir peur. » Je réponds oui pour ne pas faire d'histoires, mais en fait je n'ai pas eu peur du tout, j'ai juste eu l'impression que j'allais crever dans les prochaines minutes ; c'est différent.

For the first time in my life I'd started thinking about God, seriously imagining that there could be a kind of Creator of the universe observing everything I did, and my first reaction was uncomplicated, pure and simple fear.

No temáis a la felicidad: no existe.

I felt more and more ill at ease: people had often spoken to me about show business, media projects, and micro-sociology; but art, never, and I was filled with the presentiment of something novel, dangerous, and probably fatal, from a domain where there was — a bit like in love — almost nothing to win and almost everything to lose.

Il y a un système basé sur la domination, l'argent et la peur - un système plutôt masculin, appelons-le Mars; il y a un système féminin basé sur la séduction et le sexe, appelons-le Venus. Et c'est tout.

Un coup de gel soudain pouvait à tout instant les anéantir.

Ta selgitab mulle, et esimesed sümptomid on täpselt ühesugused, aga erinevalt infarktist, mis lõpeb sageli surmaga, on perikardiit täiesti ohutu haigus, sellesse ei surda, mitte ühelgi juhul. Ta ütleb mulle: "Küllap oli teil hirm naha vahel." Vastan jaatavalt, et mitte pikemalt seletama hakata, kuigi tegelikult ei kartnud ma sugugi, mul oli lihtsalt tunne, et järgmisel hetkel ma suren ära; need on kaks ise asja.

That night, the three of us slept, arms wrapped around each other, on the double bed, though nothing sexual happened. As though we simply needed to protect ourselves; as though we could feel some dark presence, some evil subterranean force moving about the island.

Unlike most people I don't fear death, as I get older I rediscover my long-forgotten youth, and once in a while, when the going gets tough, I bury myself comfortably in my work. My books already guarantee me a form of immortality.

It's freezing in my place. I remember that earlier in the evening, just before leaving, I smashed a window with a blow of the fist. Yet, oddly, my hand is intact; no cuts. I lie down even so, and I sleep. The nightmares will only appear much later in the night. Not instantly recognizable as nightmares; even rather pleasant.

El espacio viene, se acerca y pretende devorarme. Hay un ruidito en el centro de la habitación. Los fantasmas están ahí, son el espacio, me rodean. Se alimentan de los ojos reventados de los hombres.

Specific terrors.

Las sprzyja zasadzkom, ?atwo o gro?ne spotkanie w tym ?wiecie pe?nym grozy i pos?pnych przeczu?, gdzie bardzo p?ynna granica dzieli rzeczywiste niebezpiecze?stwa od nadprzyrodzonych.

You no longer feel the fear of a change of being and desire . . . The course of the hours lays not violent hands upon you ; necessity and chance guide not your steps ... I can hardly write without envy. --Michelangelo on the dead.

si zi de zi, mahnindu-l viitorul, la gandul mortii tresarind exulta si intre teama si nadejde tine pe cai imaginare sa-si ia zborul.

It seemed like the military was stalling, and the president wasn't challenging this tactic out of fear of upsetting conservatives. (Not until Obama's second term would the administration painfully come to realize the futility of pandering to people who would never meet them halfway.)

Patrick: Is fear rith maith n? drochseasamh. Jessica:And that means what? Patrick: A good run is better than a bad stand. Jessica: Oh. And that means what? Patrick: It means, Jessica, that life is about choices. Sometimes you fight, sometimes you flee, but you never surrender.

I was very brave in theory

Ford," she whispered to him. "I promise I'll leave you alone, never see you again. Just please, help me get you home." Still nothing. "Ford!" She sat up, her hands gripping his shoulders, putting everything she had into it, all her anger and fear and longing and hope and love. "Ford Winter!" So softly she almost missed it, he whispered, "Present." She laughed through her tears and hugged him. "Good boy," she said.