Quotes About Fear

Someday," she said in a voice as serene as a high mountain lake, "I'm going to break your neck. Then I'm going to saw it off with a hacksaw so I can take my time." Venom's grin creased his cheeks. "I knew you had it in you, kitty." (Venom & Sorrow)

I'm scared all the time," he admitted, bracing his hands on the counter. "I know he's powerful, I've seen him in battle, and yet the fear crushes me." "Of course it does." Elena let her wing overlap his. "That's what it means to love someone.

Fear is a thief that comes in the bright light of day, an intruder arrogant and assured.

Raphael met Michaela's gaze. "If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?" Her smile never faded. "In an instant.

Remember when I was terrified of you? -You were never terrified of me - Ha! Are you kidding? I was scared out of my skin, but I still thought you were hot. I'm obviously a little deranged. Raphael didn't laugh.- I'm glad you got over the terror- he said quietly- The idea of eternity without you is my personal vision of hell. -Raphael- Elena touched her fingers to his jaw- This is my heaven. You are my heaven.

We all know Her Creepiness isn't dead." Elena's

It was a fear sad and terrible in what it demanded from her . . . and beautiful in what it said of who he was to her.

Estoy loca por ti, arcángel. A veces me das un miedo de muerte, pero quiero bailar contigo de todas formas. -Elena a Rafael

Elena notched a bolt into her crossbow. "Let's go kill that murderous bitch.

Du musst dir die Haare schneiden lassen", murmelte Sascha. Er küsste sie nocheinmal und lächelte. "Ich fürchte mich vor Scheren." "Ausflüchte." Sie strich über Lucas Haar. "Du stellst dich genauso verrückt wie die Mädchen an, wenn es um dein Haar geht." "Erwischt." Eine warme, liebevolle Hand auf ihrem Bauch. "Was macht der Rockstar?" "Getöse, wie immer.

Elena se preguntó cuántas mujeres habrían sido tan estúpidas como ella... lo bastante estúpidas para arrojarse a sus brazos a sabiendas de que, si era necesario, el arcángel pondría fin a sus vidas en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

year by year, I see more and more darkness creep into their world. They're slowly going beyond cold, to a place that makes me scared for the Psy race as a whole.

fear alone, shaped by capricious whim, would never foster loyalty.

wanting her mind off the one subject that held the potential to destroy the bond between them. If she ran, he hoped she would do as he'd asked and make sure she didn't leave him alive. Because without Sahara, the world would learn what a child became when his trainer wove nightmares into his mind—of knives slicing into flesh, of women begging for their lives—then put the blade into his hand.

Sarah loved Abe with a devotion that terrified her. She knew he didn't love her back.

IN THE YEAR 1979, the Psy race made the decision to embrace Silence and condition all emotion out of their young; to become without hope or despair, anger or fear, sorrow or joy.

That didn't mean she didn't still fear loneliness. She always would, the scar too old and too deeply set into her psyche—but she was no longer held hostage to her need.

Elena "DüÅŸersem beni tutmazlar m??" diye sordu ona bakmadan. "Ancak canlar? isterse." sy.24

Onu öldürmelisin." Lijuan'?n göz bebekleri oburca büyürken gözlerini siyah alevler doldurdu. Yüzü, alev alm?? bir kurukafa gibi görünüyordu. "Onu öldürmezsen, duvarlar?n?n ne zaman çökeceÄŸini asla kestiremezsin." "Peki onu öldürmezsem ne olur?" "O seni öldürür. Seni bir ölümlüye dönüÅŸtürür." sy 140

the E designation. We heal the mind and the heart. Sorrow, fear, pain, we help people navigate their way out of darkness.

the things we hold inside, the nightmares we stifle, have far more power than the things we expose to the light of day.

That's your idea of teaching? I could've been splattered from here to Manhattan!

He haunts me. The sniper. In my dreams, he is a black shadow with his eye focused on the scope of a rifle. Sometimes, he puts down the weapon and walks toward me. Sometimes, he even touches me. But most times, he presses the trigger. And kills me.

Elena didn't look away—she'd rather face death than have her mind invaded, for what was that if not another form of crawling?