Quotes About Fear

Y cómo se supone que eso me salvará a mí de ella? El monstruo se puso de pie cuan largo era, y miró a Conor desde las alturas. - No es de ella de quien necesitas salvarte.

Si dices la verdad –le susurró el monstruo al oído-, podrás enfrentarte a todo lo que venga.

But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didn't know which kind it was. Fear with hope, or fear without it.

The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do. Conor

He could feel his throat choking again and his eyes watering. It wasn't the drowning of the nightmare, though. It was simpler, clearer. Still just as hard.

Here is the boy, running. Here was the boy, drowning.

_Of course you are afraid_, the monster said, pushing him slowly forward. _And yet you will still do it._

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

So what do I do?" he finally asked. You do what you did just now, the monster said. You speak the truth. "That's it?" You think it is easy? The monster raised two enormous eyebrows. You were willing to die rather than speak it.

è questo che vogliono sempre fare, i mostri. Parlare.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits. And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when needed it most. He believed selfishly and fearfully.

His face is trying to look calm but everyone can hear how badly he don't wanna die, how childlike his wishes are sounding, how loud his newly uncured Noise is spilling out all over the place.

It feels like a threat. It feels like the world changing and leaving you behind.

Of course you are afraid, the monster said, pushing him slowly forward. And yet you will still do it.

If prophecy were pure, it would be fact, but it is not. And yet how it drives us, even when all I have ever seen is that the only prophecy that has any accuracy—any purity —is the one that self-fulfils...Will the world end in darkness because it is foretold? Or because there will be those who believe it so strongly they will make it so? In the fear that I always try to hide in my heart, I wonder if there is even a difference.

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...We are too eager to build devils. Is it only a matter of time before we are at war again?

Who knows what new devils we might create? And so now I tell you my story. Now is the time. For rumours swirl and oceans stir and in that maelstrom, I fear, devils will rise. Are rising. Have risen. 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.

Clap your hands if you believe in death. Believing in fairies is much easier, I think. Death is an end, an emptiness, a darkness. People want to believe in the light. Go to the light, they say. We fear the darkness and the unknown, the fairies in the ravine, the world behind the mirror.

As Dolours struggled in the water, she locked eyes with one attacker, a man with a club, and for the rest of her life she would return to that moment, the way his eyes were glazed with hate. She looked into those eyes and saw nothing.

Consequently, patients and their families were often reluctant to have doctors prescribe morphine, because in the popular imagination it was seen, as Richard put it, to be "a death sentence.

I'm not a fearful person," Joss said, invoking her mountaineering bona fides. "If K2 doesn't scare me, Florida does not scare me." (She had not climbed K2.)

Sometimes it felt as if they spent more nights on the floor than in their beds. Lying awake, staring at the ceiling, Michael would listen to the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the concrete outside. It was a mad life. But as the anarchy persisted from one month to the next, it became the only life he knew.

There was a discomfiting sense in Belfast that there was no place where you were truly secure: you would run inside to get away from a gun battle, only to run outside again for fear of a bomb.

Once those figures get out, they'll murder these fellows," one senator exclaimed, referring to Welch and Martí-Ibáñez.