Quotes About Fear

Why am I so diffident and apprehensive when it comes to something that means a lot to me?

the fear of God is the reverence we give to God Almighty because He has the power and authority to give us what we do deserve. The

If you speak the truth, the monster whispered in his ear, you will be able to face whatever comes.

War makes monsters out of men.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

Who cares even if I didn't?!" Conor shouted back. "They're just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary . Oh, please, please, save me from the berries !" The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange , it said. The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seems to suggest otherwise.

You know that your truth, the one that you hide… is the thing you are most afraid of.

You must speak the truth and you must speak it now , Conor O'Malley. Say it. You must. Conor shook his head again, his mouth clamped shut tight, but he could feel a burning in his chest, like a fire someone had lit there, a miniature sun, blazing away and burning him from the inside. "It'll kill me if I do," he gasped. It will kill you if you do not, the monster said. You must say it.

Here is the boy, drowning.

HELP!" I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out- No . No . It's empty. Viola's breathing heavy in my arms . And Haven is empty. I reach the middle of the square. I don't see nor hear a soul. I spin around again. "HELP!" I cry. But there's no one. Haven's completely empty. There ain't hope here after all.

For there are devils in the deep, but worst are the ones we make.

And I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12:07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on.

What's the point of lying about anything? We could keep being too afraid to say we don't know stuff and then the future will come and eat us anyway and we'll regret not doing all that stuff we wished we did.

But how do you fight it?" Conor asked, his voice rough. "How do you fight all the different stuff inside?" By speaking the truth, the monster said. As you spoke it just now.

No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky's too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?' 'And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there's so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don't get any work done because we're all looking at it too much?

TODD!" I yell again and I reach him and his Noise opens even farther and wraps around me like a blanket and I'm grabbing him to me, grabbing him to me like I'll never let him go and he calls out in pain but his other arm is grabbing me back - "I thought you were dead," he's saying, his breath on my neck. "I thought you were dead." "Todd," I say and I'm crying and the only thing I can say is his name. "Todd.

You know that is not true, the monster said. You know that your truth, the one that you hide, Conor O'Malley, is the thing you are most afraid of.

Maybe probably ain't all that comforting a word when it's maybe yer not dying.

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late.

And then I hear the terrible, terrible scream that of course is the girl getting caught and that's the choice made, ain't it?

It is not her you need saving from, it said.

There came a point when Harry stopped trying to fight back, when the blows from the monster were too strong, too many, too fast, when he began begging the monster to stop.