Quotes About Fear

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

Ahead lies the Irish Sea, all that dark, dark water ready to grip and stop my heart.

I've prepared for everything as well as I can, but is anyone truly ready for death? Was Maia when she saw the ground flying up to meet her?

I want to write something, but I don't think I can without being emotional." "Just make a start. Begin anywhere." "It might be terrible." "It might be. That's not the worst thing." "No," I agreed. And it wasn't. The worst thing—I already knew it—would be feeling too scared to try.

The real question is whether or not you will risk what it takes to be happy.

When you love someone, there's risk.

Write, and do it now instead of capitalizing on your nice figure and your pretty hair. Stop being so charming." The sting of his words made me dizzy. My ears rang. "If I am charming it's your fault and Mother's." "You're just afraid to be lonely.

If you put frightening things into a picture then they can't harm you. If fact, you end becoming quite fond of them.

you can't really love other people well unless you are at home in your own soul. You will simply be too afraid.

There is no hate without fear [...]. Hate is fear crystallized, fear objectified. We hate what threatens our selves, our dreams, our plans, our freedom, our place in the world, our place in the hearts of the people we love. We fear first. Then we hate.

Halliwell had always hated waiting, whether it was for battle or for the dentist.

The one who dares a Lion should be prepared to die by its claws!

What makes the tyger poisonous and dangerous is the poison in its bones!

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

But first my feet will freeze and then my legs and then my insides, they will all turn to ice. And my blood, too, and my heart, and I will forget.

Alexander looked into the barrel of one of the guns. He blinked. O God, please look after Tania all alone in the world.

Through the smoke she could feel bodies around her. Hot and faint, she felt for them with her hands. The gunfire came from right outside the door, but when the lattice beam fell from the ceiling, all sounds faded away, all faded away, and there was no more fear. Only regret was left. Regret for Alexander.

Shura, I'm going to die.

No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

Forget it. Tell me, do you think you love Robin? Honestly." Tully looked over at Jennifer's shadow in the dark room. "I don't particularly want to lose him," she said. "Is that love?

I'm going to die, she thought. Alone, in this village, under an oak. No one will ever find me. Who in my family will come to look for me? I'm going to die here alone in the woods and turn to moss, and on Fifth Soviet they will open up another bottle of vodka and chase me down with pickles, and say, this is for our Tania.

She wasn't afraid of random war. It was like being struck by lightning, even if the lightning did strike a thousand times a day. No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

The park looks different at night," she remarked. "You've never been here at night?" "No," she admitted, quickly adding, "but I've been out at night in other places. Once I—" Alexander leaned in to her. "Tania, you want to know something?" "What?" she said, leaning away. "The less you've been out at night, the better I like it.

Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when the person looks back-she will hear her heart.