Quotes About Fear

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,To cry, "Hold, hold!"

A plague of all cowards, I say.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,As many other mannish cowards have.

How all the other passions fleet to air,As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair,And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.

The weariest and most loathed worldly lifeThat age, ache, penury, and imprisonmentCan lay on nature is a paradiseTo what we fear of death.

I am a very foolish fond old man,Fourscore and upward, not an hour more or less;And, to deal plainly,I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

The air-drawn dagger.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

Death is a fearful thing.

Thou lily-liver'd boy.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;When little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThe very stones prate of my whereabout.

To bring in—God shield us!—a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living.

Distill'dAlmost to jelly with the act of fear.

If I must die,I will encounter darkness as a bride,And hug it in my arms.

I am Thane of Cawdor:If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings.

Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.

Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

The strongest memory I have of that night is being chased around the bed.

A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.