Quotes About Fear

The more I think about it, the more terrified I am.

Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees.

I'd never go back—I might be frightened, but I'd be ashamed to run.

Will we ever know what became of her? he asked wistfully. Only if we can trust dreams. I fear they lie as often they tell the truth.

Then he strode toward me as if certain I was about to bolt and he must catch me before I did so.

Are you afraid, son? the count asked, more gently. Y-yes, Father. I wouldn't lie to you, even about that. The count reached out and with an odd, awkward gesture touched Alain on the cheek, a brush more than a caress, almost as he would pat one of his beloved hounds. There's no shame in being afraid, Alain. There's only shame if you let your fear cloud your good judgement.

What they do no' understand, they fear, and they hate what makes them afraid, for they think it is a sign o' weakness.

I was afraid this day would never come, she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. I told you love works magic.

the gun went off, some dogs howled and

They're hobgoblins

Courage is a fair-weather friend.

But, truthfully, I lacked the courage to jump.' 'Perhaps it takes more courage not to,' Sandrine said

I closed the door and sank into my desk chair. My heart was pounding even harder. I felt like someone who had just staggered out of her car after an accident on a freeway. This was different from the cockroach and the books and the Barbie. I'd been injured. Someone had tried to physically harm me.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

Everyone thought I was bold and fearless and even arrogant, but inside I was always quaking.

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.

Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites

Oh, of course, I always feel unconfident.

I ran back dithering, chewing my hands in fright, until Arty finally allowed himself to roll slowly over and drift, belly up, toward the surface, where my short arms could reach him with the crook and tow him to the side. I patted and smoothed his water-swollen scalp and kissed his cheeks and nose and ears, weeping and begging him not to be dead because I, useless though I was, loved him.

Impressed. Lord. He had nearly drowned.

All my dreams of leaving, but beneath them I was afraid to go. I had clung to them, to Rass, yes, even to my grandmother, afraid that if I loosened my fingers an iota, I would find myself once more cold and clean in a forgotten basket.

It was a three-dimensional nightmare version of some of his own drawings.

There are no guarantees of success, much less of quality. If you don't dare to be a mediocre writer, you'll never be a writer at all.

Whoever heard of a king who was scared of tall trees and a little bit of water?