Quotes About Fear

Mr. Codro's destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing and temporary. It means: not according to natural truth, but according to man's desire and the pretense inspired by his fear of dying and his desire for permanence.

Ved cómo el odio y las luchas entre familias a nada conducen, más que al miedo, la locura y la muerte y cierto es que en muchos años que combatí junto a los míos contra nuestros eternos enemigos […], jamás vi nada bueno que lo justificase, porqué las rapiñas de unos con las rapiñas de otros se pagan, y los muertos de cada bando no tienen precio, sino que como una cadena van arrastrando nuevos muertos.

hippocampus damage on a national scale can be measured by the number of guns owned by a country's citizens. According to The Washington Post, the U.S. has the highest per capita gun ownership in the world—nearly 90 guns for every 100 people—and the highest rate of gun-related murders in the developed world.4 The hippocampus senses danger lurking behind every tree.

If you can work through the evidence, your faith and your experience will be much stronger in the end – and you won't have to be afraid anymore of what you might see in Scripture in an unguarded moment. I

It must be a poor life that achieves freedom from fear

I now suspect that just as a deer herd lives in mortal fear of its wolves, so does a mountain live in mortal fear of its deer. And perhaps with better cause, for while a buck pulled down by wolves can be replaced in two or three years, a range pulled down by too many deer may fail for replacement in as many decades

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumour.

The vast majority of human beings dislike and even dread all notions with which they are not familiar. Hence it comes about that at their first appearance innovators have always been derided as fools and madmen.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

The vast majority of human beings dislike and even dread all notions with which they are not familiar. Hence it comes about that at their first appearance innovators have always been devided as fools and madmen.

Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another.

The sin which is unpardonable is knowingly and wilfully to reject truth, to fear knowledge lest that knowledge pander not to thy prejudices.

she undresses in the paradise of her memory she is unaware of the fierce fate of her visions she fears not knowing how to name what does not exist

Tengo miedo y no puedo vivir en este mundo y lo quiero, claro que lo quiero, pero no sé cómo se hace.

dice que no sabe del miedo de la muerte del amor dice que tiene miedo de la muerte del amor dice que el amor es muerte es miedo dice que la muerte es miedo es amor dice que no sabe

no te da miedo la locura? —¡Por favor! Es lo único maravilloso en esta sucia vida de mierda.

All night I flee from someone. I lead the chase, I lead the fugue. I sing a song of mourning. Black birds over black shrouds. My brain cries.

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?

nadie más espantada que yo, más empantanada, con mis hermosos sentimientos y mi fabulosa sensibilidad.

my fear, my joy more horrible than my fear, my obscene words, my words which are keys locking me into a mirror, with you, but ever alone.

devouring myself and panicking

me he empavorecido, me he engrisado, me he atardecido, mi lengua no sabe.

But you I want to look at until your face fades from my fear, like a bird stepping away from the sharp edges of night. — Alejandra Pizarnik, trans. by Yvette Siegert, from "Paths of the Mirror," Extracting the Stone of Madness (New Directions; Bilingual edition, May 17, 2016)

Cubre la memoria de tu cara con la máscara de la que serás y asusta a la niña que fuiste