Quotes About Fear

You wanna know what scares people? Success. When you don't make moves and when you don't climb up the ladder, everybody loves you because you're not competition.

My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day's a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind

Cameron Slater: he is a very silly man, because I could stop the people who are going against him. But now, he is just going to get double. Judith Collins: you know the rule. always reward with Double. Cameron Slater: i learned the rule from you! Double it is. Judith Collins: If you can't be loved, then best to be feared.15

Cell 14-D, in the infamous Hole, is said to be always colder than the other D Block cells, even when the weather is warm. Stories have been told of a prisoner locked in 14-D who screamed all night long. He said that a creature with glowing red eyes was trying to kill him. The next morning, he was found dead.

Sometimes I feel like my whole life has been a long, long wait for something horrible that never actually happened. Like I've been in water, up to my neck, fighting to stay afloat, year after year. But if only I'd felt for the bottom I'd have found it. It was there. The ocean bed, just below where I was treading. It was there.

A battle, shield wall to shield wall. Linden wood to linden wood. She imagined meeting a man the size of Forthere, huge with battle rage, stinking with it; dogs dripping and snarling at her legs, her arms. Sharp swords cleaving down, splintering shields, crushing skulls, slicing off faces. Men sworn to follow their lord or die. Victory or death, no middle ground.

Hild faced him influencing, because Edwin was like a dog: show fear and he would chose you down. But then she broke her gaze. To challenge an uneasy before his men was to invite death.

She clung to the saddle horn. If she fell now, he would kill her. She must hold on.

Peretur tasted the despair in her words; the bone-bleaching fear of her recent life; starving, running, terrified, cold, always hunted, nowhere to rest, even-especially-from her own band.

Suddenly she was not sure about anything anymore, and that was frightening. If she did not want to do what she had set out to do, then what did she want? Something had changed. Some part of her was gone.

Marghe was perturbed by her sense of security in Aoife's presence, recognizing the feeling for what it was: the passing of responsibility for her personal safety from herself to Aoife. That scared her almost as much as Uaithne had.

The dark was many things: the cold, the alien world, the virus, her own fear.

As I moved past the big houses shrouded by dripping trees I fought the urge to look over my shoulder. Looking back would frighten her. I told myself there was nothing unusual about a woman walking the streets at midnight-I did it-but my hindbrain was stirring.

Never say the dangerous thing aloud.

The child would wake in the night to her mother's dream cries-a man coming to steal her, steal her child, steal her payment-and her mother would not eat, only hunch over the bowel and scry, and follow the girl about with haunted eyes.

Artos is afraid of you, and I begin to understand why.

They were afraid of the child. Fursey didn't know whether to pity her or be glad for her. Fear could always be used.

A good land, and rich, but poisoned by fear.

Hope was something to be feared.

And when she, too, goes back to her mother, cheeks blooming fresh with wild roaming, her mother weeps and begs her to stay close, stay safe-for the girl is hers, her gift, her treasure, her payment, all she has-but the girl feels her growing strength; she must run, she must climb, she must test her power.

Play with it. Play with the scary thing. But play hard, play clearly, and play a lot.

Death is not something I like to play guessing games with.

The killer child was her mistress. For now.

Angst was for the dark.