Quotes About Fear

And now fear spread over the countryside. People no longer knew against whom to direct their impotent rage.

bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no, not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer

Encontrar el camino no era difícil, lo difícil era luchar contra el recuerdo de la pesadilla claustrofóbica, que avanzaba en su interior, como una marea… Pero tenía valor; es decir, luchaba contra el miedo de no saber, contra el temor de la incertidumbre, y su lucha era efectiva porque sabía que no podía escoger.

He disgusted them the way a fat spider that you can't bring yourslef to crush in your own hand disgusts you.

El terror que ahora le atenazaba era el de ignorar algo de sí mismo y se trataba de una especie opuesta a la anterior, ya que de este no podía escapar, sino que debía hacerle frente.

Biliyor musunuz - bazen öyle korkuya kap?l?yorum ki, bazen ... bazen ... bazen evden ç?kmaya cesaret edemiyorum, öyle bir güven içindeyim. BoÅŸ zaman?mda -ki çok boÅŸ zaman?m var- evde oturmay? tercih ediyorum, korkudan, ÅŸimdiki gibi, nas?l anlatay?m size? Bir s?k??ma duygusu, bir bunalt?, deli gibi korkuyorum bu güvenlikten, bir çeÅŸit klostrofobi, sürekli iÅŸe yerleÅŸmiÅŸ olma psikozu...

No querían tocarlo; les inspiraba el mismo asco que una araña gorda a la que no se quiere aplastar con la mano.

El sueño habría puesto en peligro el espíritu del éxito

Unlike flowers, the animals he tried to macerate would not yield up their scent without complaints or with a mute sigh — they fought desperately against death…and in their fear of death created large quantities of sweat whose acidity ruined the warm oil… The objects would have to be quieted down, and so suddenly that they would have no time to become afraid or to resist. He would have to kill them.

feo, desde luego, pero no hasta el extremo de causar espanto.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.

The wind blew cold, and he was freezing, but he did not notice that he was freezing, for within him was a counterfrost, fear.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

Cthulhu takes vow breaking very seriously. If they will break a vow to their spouse, what is to keep them from breaking their vows to Cthulhu? Besides pain and torture followed by a horrible death and an eternity of pain.)

Tremble in fear as Pasphrfep the Pillager comes to feast on your souls.

He himself, he realized, had always been most abominably frightened, even at the height of his divine power, a frail god upon a rickety throne, afraid of opening letters, of making decisions, afraid of the instinctive knowledge in the eyes of mules, of the innocent eyes of good men, of the elastic nature of the passions, even of the devotion he had received from some men, and one woman, and dogs.

The way you deal with a scare is the way you deal with a laugh. The timing has to be perfect. When you're dealing with fear or laughter - emotions that happen spontaneously - you hope it's working. But in the moment, you really have no idea.

I recorded a song called, I Fall to Pieces, and I was in a car wreck. Now I'm worried because I have a brand-new record, and it's called Crazy!

example, it has been observed that Japanese students are often reluctant to speak English in communicative lessons despite high levels of motivation to learn the language. Furthermore, when students with high levels of English language proficiency do communicate they often speak with a strong Japanese accent and intentionally produce grammatical errors for fear that they might be perceived as considering themselves to be superior (Greer 2000).

When we got to the part where we had to improvise an argument in a poetic language, I got cold feet. "I can't do this," I said. "I don't know what to say." "Say anything," he said. "You can't make a mistake when you improvise." "What if I mess it up? What if I screw up the rhythm?" "You can't," he said. "It's like drumming. If you miss a beat, you create another." In this simple exchange, Sam taught me the secret of improvisation, one that I have accessed my whole life.

We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity.

For a brief moment I felt as if I might die; and just as quickly I knew everything would be all right.

The Lord gives us wings He gives us a stomach we can fly or vomit