Quotes About Fear

Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly.

Ser inmortal es baladí; menos el hombre, todas las criaturas lo son, pues ignoran la muerte; lo divino, lo terrible, lo incomprensible, es saberse inmortal.

Mi carne puede tener miedo; yo, no.

I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

God has created nights well-populated with dreams, crowded with mirror images, so that man may feel that he is nothing more than vain reflection. That's what frightens us.

I think—the hero observes that nothing is so frightening as a labyrinth with no center.

Emma dropped the letter. The first thing she felt was a sinking in her stomach and a trembling in her knees; then, a sense of blind guilt, of unreality, of cold, of fear; then, a desire for this day to be past. Then immediately she realized that such a wish was pointless, for her father's death was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening, endlessly, forever after.

I cannot combine some characters dhcmrlchtdj which the divine Library has not foreseen and which in one of its secret tongues do not contain a terrible meaning. No one can articulate a syllable which is not filled with tenderness and fear, which is not, in one of these languages, the powerful name of a god. To speak is to fall into tautology.

Essere immortale è cosa da poco: tranne l'uomo, tutte le creature lo sono, giacché ignorano la morte; la cosa divina, terribile, incomprensibile, è sapersi immortali.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

One of the habits of the mind is the invention of horrible imaginings. - The Total Library

I carried out my plan because I felt The Chief had some fear of those of my race, of those uncountable forebears whose culmination lies in me. I wished to prove to him that a yellow man could save his armies.

Buenos Aires] No nos une el amor sino el espanto. Será por eso que la quiero tanto

En vano me repetí que un hombre acosado por un acto de cobardía es más complejo y más interesante que un hombre meramente animoso.

Afterglow Sunset is always disturbing whether theatrical or muted, but still more disturbing is that last desperate glow that turns the plain to rust when on the horizon nothing is left of the pomp and clamor of the setting sun. How hard holding on to that light, so tautly drawn and different, that hallucination which the human fear of the dark imposes on space and which ceases at once the moment we realize its falsity, the way a dream is broken the moment the sleeper knows he is dreaming.

A mí no me gusta que la gente me haga confidencias, porque mientras me dicen cosas importantísimas pienso en otra cosa y tengo miedo de que se den cuenta.

AteÅŸi düÅŸündüm, ama sonsuz bir kitab?n yak?lmas?n?n da sonsuz olmas?ndan ve yeryüzünü duman?yla boÄŸabilmesinden ürktüm.

I Fear the mirror may disclose The true, unvarnished visage of my soul, Bruised by shadows, black and blue with guilt- The face God sees, that men perhaps see too.

No mostré a nadie mi tesoro. A la dicha de poseerlo se agregó el temor de que lo robaran

Soy un hombre cobarde; no le dejé mi dirección, para eludir la angustia de esperar cartas.

Talvez me enganem a velhice e o temor, mas tenho a suspeita de que a espécie humana - a única - está prestes a extinguir-se e que a Biblioteca perdurará: iluminada, solitária, infinita, perfeitamente imóvel, armada de volumes preciosos, incorruptível, secreta.

es menos duro sobrellevar un acontecimiento espantoso que imaginarlo y aguardarlo sin fin

In a bronze chamber, before the silent handkerchief of the strangler, hope has been faithful to me, as has panic in the river of pleasure.

Nuestra cobardía y nuestra desidia tienen la culpa de que el mañana y el ayer sean iguales