Quotes About Fear

We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world. There were temptations and witches and demons we never dreamed of and there was splendor we only partially imagined.

I had the distinct feeling that something was going to happen. I feared it would be a piercing event, a right-out-of-the-blue thing or worse, a profound nonevent.

We all have a song. A song comes spontaneously, expressing joy, loneliness, to dispel fear or exhibit a small triumph. We hardly notice we are forming them, as we sing them, often alone, half to ourselves. It is finding the words within that leads us to sing. It might be a hymn, a shard of rebellion, or a teenage prayer.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

All horror movies start the same way. Whether the scene is an abandoned cabin, a dark alley, or a peaceful cottage, one line of dialogue, quietly uttered five minutes before the carnage starts, is inevitable: "Did you hear something?

He knew that his wings could ignite at any moment, but the closer he came to touching the fire, the more he sensed that he was fulfilling his destiny. As he put it in his journal that night: If I mean to save my life, then I have to come within an inch of destroying it.

There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept my eyes shut, the more terribly I saw my fears wanted me to see.

guns were a complicated business, and once you pointed a weapon at someone, especially someone with a weapon of his own, the thing you were counting on to protect you was just as likely to turn you into a corpse.

She seemed perfect to you, and even during her first attack of vertigo, which you happened to witness when you were six (the two of you climbing up the inner staircase of the Statue of Liberty), you were not alarmed, because she was a good and conscientious mother, and she managed to hide her fear from you by turning the descent into a game: sitting on the stairs together and going down one step at a time, asses on the rungs, laughing all the way to the bottom.

In spite of his physical efforts, he understands that he is afraid to go on reading the typescript. Why this fear should have taken hold of him is something he cannot account for. It's only words, he tells himself, and since when have words had the power to frighten a man half to death?

I'm nervous. Don't be nervous, Archie. I'm about to shit in my pants. Don't do that either.

Quinn no quería dejarse dominar por el pánico. En un esfuerzo por contenerse, trató de imaginar las cosas bajo la peor luz posible. Si veía lo peor, quizá no fuese tan malo como pensaba.

Dread has become fact. Innocence has turned into guilt, and hope is a word that rhymes with despair.

Em outras palavras: medo de morrer, o que em última análise não é outra coisa que não medo de viver

Etan Patz se había despedido de su madre una mañana y había bajado a esperar el autobús del colegio (era el primer día después de una larga huelga de autobuses y el niño quería ir solo, hacer ese pequeño gesto de independencia) y nadie había vuelto a verlo. Fuera lo que fuese lo sucedido, no dejó rastros".

You are making music in the shadow of the gallows.

Beasts of burden, we shouldered bundles of what pieces of the past we were allowed to keep as we joined the river of fear, a current of shuffling feet, sobs, and whimpers that crept past dark mouths of archways and windows of Terezin.

I think about my own silence. Silence can be either protest or consent, but most times it's fear. I guess that's why I'm so quiet and such a good whisperer

Any nigger who isn't paranoid is crazy Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Ullus niger vir quisnam est non insanus ist rabidus is

Silence can be either protest or consent, but most times it's fear.

Marsh recounts an anecdote about a psychopath who was being tested with a series of pictures and who failed over and over again to recognize fearful expressions, until finally she figured it out: "That's the look people get right before I stab them.

He seemed to get the most out of doctors who didn't feel as he did. Who were calm when he was anxious. Confident when he was uncertain." "His calmness didn't make me feel abandoned, it made me feel secure. I wanted to look at him and see the opposite of my fear, not it's echo." "I would prefer that those who care about me greet my panic with calm, and my gloom with good cheer.

I believe this in part because of Paul Rozin's discoveries that people often refuse to drink soup from a brand-new bedpan, eat fudge shaped like feces, or put an empty gun to their head and pull the trigger. As Tamar Gendler points out, the mind works on two tracks. We know, consciously, that the bedpan is clean, the fudge is fudge, the gun is empty, and yet we can't help blurring the imagined and reality; our minds scream, "Dangerous object! Stay away!

Security is a false God. Begin to make sacrifices to it and you are lost.