Quotes About Fear

Your thoughts had disintegrated into isolated words- key words, which you kept on mumbling, because you were afraid you would cease to exist if you forgot these words as well

Of had ik maar zorgen, grote zorgen, of desnoods een vrouw om te bedriegen. Was ik maar een dief, moordenaar of flessentrekker. Angst en schuldgevoelens geven de liefde kraak en smaak. Kermend van angst en vreugde zou ik keer op keer de bodem van het genot bereiken.

Il craint de s'évanouir, de ne pas reprendre connaissance, de rester à jamais errant dans l'air bleu, fantôme dérisoire en suspens au-dessus des siècles, jusqu'à ce que l'appareil, détraqué, laisse un jour tomber ses cendres, en bouffées légères, sur une civilisation nouvelle.

I fear being shaken out of them because I am afraid that my peaceful sleep may be followed by hard labour when I wake, and that I shall have to struggle not in the light but in the imprisoning darkness of the problems I have raised.

I am like a prisoner who happens on enjoy an imaginary freedom in his dreams and who subsequently begins to suspect that he is asleep and, afraid of being awakened, conspires silently with his agreeable illusions.

Like a prisoner who dreams that he is free, starts to suspect that it is merely a dream, and wants to go on dreaming rather than waking up, so I am content to slide back into my old opinions; I fear being shaken out of them because I am afraid that my peaceful sleep may be followed by hard labour when I wake, and that I shall have to struggle not in the light but in the imprisoning darkness of the problems I have raised.

The account thus shows once again the omnipotence of mimetic contagion. What motivates Pilate, as he hands Jesus over, is the fear of a riot. He demonstrates "political skill," as they say. This is true, no doubt, but why does political skill almost always consist of giving in to violent contagion?

The account thus shows once again the omnipotence of mimetic contagion. What motivates Pilate, as he hands Jesus over, is the fear of a riot.

La dialettica hegeliana si fondava sul coraggio fisico: colui che non ha paura sarà il padrone, colui che ha paura sarà lo schiavo. La dialettica romanzesca si fonda sull'ipocrisia: la violenza, lungi dal servire gli interessi di colui che la esercita, rivela l'intensità del suo desiderio; è dunque un segno di schiavitù.

L'amour n'est pas une affaire personnelle. C'est un désastre, une impudicité, une détresse, une bonté. Aimer c'est effrayant, mais c'est notre seule chance. Notre dernière, je veux dire.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

Don't be afraid of emptiness. Emptiness is divine. Let the divine fill up the space in a way that's really right for you. "Trying to fill it up too soon, blocks your gifts."

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately all my biggest fears start running through my mind. I wonder if my fears will one day be my new reality. The fears seem so real. I struggle to shift my focus. Then slowly I realize that my fears are devoid of any love and only love is real.

The Universe cares more about your empowerment and freedom from fear than it does just about anything. It's really true.

Fear... is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.

Her courage frightens and amazes me. It make me hopeful for her. Is that what you call love? Is that what you call hope?

She is afraid, and yet she wants the priest to see inside her and accept the monsters that wrap around the secret, pure part of her--the part she managed to save, miraculously, that so many of us have lost. she knows the monsters are there and yet wants to be seen.

I'm afraid," she confessed, her voice quiet. "Of what?" "That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled." She took a breath. "That you will get tired of filling it." She paused and spoke her deepest fear, turning to his ear. "That you will use me and throw me away.

Deep in her secret heart, in the pure place she protects, she is afraid she will always be alone—that she will go through life without being known. And she will not survive that.

Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.

Few survivors experience spontaneous recall especially if they have no awareness of the abuse ever happening. Most are forced to endure months or years of fear, confusion, and doubt as their memories surface. Dreams, imagery, feelings, and physical symptoms must be painstakingly faced and pieced together into a meaningful whole that the survivor struggles to accept as reality.

Of course, a hole in the ice offers peril only to those who go skating.

All there was to it, he was in a panic. He was scared stiff that any minute a fact might come bouncing in that would force him to send me down to Cramer bearing gifts, and there was practically nothing on earth he wouldn't rather do, even eating ice cream with cantaloupe or horseradish on oysters.

Mrs. Rachel Bruner: [trying to goad Wolfe] I thought you were afraid of nobody and nothing. Nero Wolfe: [unruffled] I can dodge folly without backing into fear.