Quotes About Fear

The sky was black, deep, infinite, the very thing that scared the Greeks and all the other ancients.

She could have some crazy ass husband or boyfriend. You know, a stupid redneck with a gun. -That's redundant.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.

And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief Convulse is & consume us Day by day And cold hopes swarm Like worms within Our living clay

I'm... like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.

Love withers under constraints. Its very essence is liberty; it is comparable neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear; it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries are in confidence, equality and unreserve.

Death is here and death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above is death - and we are death. Death has set his mark and seal On all we are and all we feel, On all we know and all we fear, First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes, and then our fears - and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust - and we die too. All things that we love and cherish, Like ourselves must fade and perish; Such is our rude mortal lot - Love itself would, did they not.

I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;

Speaking the wisdom once they could not think, looking emotions once they feared to feel, and changed to all which once they dared not be, yet being now, made earth like heaven.

Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves.

Hate, disdain, or fear, self-love or self-contempt, on human brows no more inscribed, as o'er the gate of hell, 'All hope abandon ye who enter here.

If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we have concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses?

The god that you dispense with today, will come back as a demon tomorrow.

If you are what you eat, then why aren't you what you desire?" Desire stands in the great no-man's land of human activity: the zone of most conflict, fear, and anxiety. It scares us. We are often asked to hate it—by those who claim to have given it up for "better" things, and who often, hypocritically, haven't.

Fear will always step in the moment we choose to let faith go.

Guilt brings condemnation and fear brings torment.

Both condemnation and fear can cause a Believer to live in a condition of mental torment.

Prophetic ministers and believers in Christ's return are continually mocked as doom and gloom prognosticators whose messages only spread fear and anxiety.

Fear will paralyze your confidence in God's willingness to be your provider and answer your prayers.

Do not be afraid of sudden terror, nor of trouble from the wicked when it comes; for the Lord will be your confidence (Proverbs 3:25, 26).

He who has been bitten by a snake fears a piece of string.

The threat-to-minute ratio on this ship is staggering.

When you start with wussie mortals, you get wussie demons. Sure, they steal souls and rend flesh occasionally, but they choke up in a pinch.

He scart me," the girl said. Miss Mary nodded and looked over at her in a slow, tired way. "That's your common sense talkin'," she said. "That man scare anybody got common sense.