Quotes About Fear

Fear is the passion of slaves.

However, sexual anorexics do have a definite profile that separates them from the larger population of those having difficulty being sexual: They are often extremely competent people who are committed to doing things very well and have a fear of making mistakes and being human.

What moves betrayal into the realm of trauma is fear and terror. If the wound is deep enough, and the terror big enough, your bodily systems shift to an alarm state. You never feel safe. You're always on full-alert, just waiting for the hurt to begin again.

Terrorism is a psychological warfare. Terrorists try to manipulate us and change our behavior by creating fear, uncertainty, and division in society.

Sometimes fear and confusion can blunt your perceptions. You become so driven to make sense of things, to identify the dangers lurking around the next corner, that you neglect to see the wonders all around you.

Jeffrey Dahmer's crimes against his victims were not about instilling fear, sadistic torture, or abuse. Dahmer killed because he had insatiable urges: lust, power, and complete sexual control over a passive male partner.

Dahmer was a marked man from the day he entered the penitentiary. His murder in prison was inevitable, and Dahmer would have been told this prior to being moved out of solitary. His desire to be around other people must have outweighed his fear of being killed, or he simply didn't care anymore.

I knew I was lucky to go undetected and I was afraid my luck would run out. I feared that I would be caught, but the allure of a warm body, one that would not leave at the end of the night, stayed with me, and I constantly thought about killing again.

Even if you have the innate ability to do great things, if you're petrified of failure, you won't be able to take the necessary risks to get what you want.

the fear of conflict is almost always a sign of problems.

They're here,' holly said in a whisper. 'I can feel it.' She was trembling all over. The men turned to look. Carmen slowly shook her head, though her heart was quickening. She took the fruit from Holly and tossed it into the bushes. 'No, Holly. It's Impossible.' She was on the point of explaining--your children cannot have escaped the disease, they were the cause--when it came to her, the idea rushing into focus like an oncoming truck: they are immune.

thinking must invariably and without exception generate and sustain fear, despair, malice, loneliness, frustration, countless shades of unhappiness?

I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted, then simply sink into the snow and fall asleep. Then the wolves could have me. To want to die in the forest and be eaten by wolves: another marker of incipient madness.

Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps should never be articulated.

There is something I have learned since being paralyzed, and that is that in the absence of sensory information, the imagination always tends to the grotesque.

these are precisely the conditions that killed love, after first blighting its growth: squalor, fear, uncertainty, overfamiliarity.

Did you see her again in France?" I asked him." "No. When I got to France, she was already dead. She committed suicide ..." "Why?" "She often told me she was frightened of getting old...

Siempre paso miedo cuando vuelvo a pie a casa a estas horas... No sé exactamente dónde estoy...» Y era cierto que había que cruzar por una tierra de nadie o más bien por una zona neutra en la que uno estaba aislado de todo.

Và r?i c?ng có n?i s? b?n ch?n ?ó, th?nh tho?ng, tr??c vi?n c?nh các vai ph? mà ta ?? l?i sau l?ng có th? tìm th?y ta mà ?òi tính s?.

Voleva evadere, fuggire sempre più lontano, rompere brutalmente con la vita quotidiana, per respirare all'aria aperta. E c'era poi, di tanto in tanto, quel timore panico di fronte alla prospettiva che le comparse che ti sei lasciato alle spalle potessero ritrovarti e venirti a chiedere conto di qualunque cosa. Bisognava nascondersi per sfuggire a quei ricattatori sperando un giorno definitivamente fuori dalla loro portata.

Usually, when I came home by myself at night, I would get to the corner or Rue Coustou and suddenly feel like I was leaving the present and sliding into a zone where time had stopped. And I was terrified of never being able to cross back, to return to Place Blanche, where life was being lived. I though I would remain forever a prisoner of that little street and that room, like Sleeping Beauty.

Mas parece que o que nos impulsiona de uma hora para outra a uma fuga é um dia frio e cinzento, que aumenta nossa solidão, que nos faz sentir com mais força que algo vai explodir.

I once again experienced the feeling of anxiety that often overwhelmed me at night and was even more intense than fear—the sensation of being completely on my own, without anyone I could turn to. Not my mother, not anyone. I would have liked him to stay all night, on guard in front of the building, all night long and every night like a sentinel, or even better, watching over me like a guardian angel.

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.