Quotes About Fear

I've never regretted doing anything in my life as much as I've regretted not doing it. There were a few times when in my heart I knew the right thing to do, but I listened to other people, or I didn't have the guts, or it didn't make sense, or I don't know.… There was some false voice inside posing as logic when it was really just my own fear talking. The times I didn't stay true, didn't stay congruent, I paid the price.

There I was, waiting, afraid I'd never experience the kind of joy yet to come, but hoping for it just the same.

Whenever Sadie sees engagement rings, she feels a strange mix of emotions: a kind of excitement mixed with a vague sadness. A longing for a speci??c kind of inclusion she both aspires to and fears. And, oddly, she feels a sense of failure, of shame. She knows it's nonsensical, but there it is, big inside her, this sense of having screwed everything up, of having lost something she never had.

I think the reason we're cruel sometimes is that we're afraid we're going to like something.

This is the thing about strong people: you can mostly be scared of them but sometimes the way they are makes you feel safe.

I look in the mirror now, and even if I lost weight, there's just...Theres' nothing I can do. It's over. My bodyness. My attractiveness in my body. I can diet forever but it will never make me like I was.

I am crippled in love relationships by fear, by defense, by doubt, by my own lack of self-regard. It makes me constantly want to abandon ship.

I don't know. It depends on the day. Depends on the hour of the day...I don't really know if I really want to do that. I think I do and then I think I don't. It makes me really nervous to think about really doing it.

He says the only way to know yourself is to challenge yourself - in a hard way, so that you're really scared. He says what you do in times like that is what you are.

she feels a strange mix of emotions: a kind of excitement mixed with a vague sadness. A longing for a specific kind of inclusion she both aspires to and fears. And, oddly, she feels a sense of failure, of shame. She knows its nonsensical, but there it is, big inside her, this sense of having screwed everything up, of having lost something she never had.

offering of love against fear. I had done it myself, determinedly made cards for my mother thinking that she would then have

Though she could do nothing but stare at me, I feared her, mightily and distinctly. If she had told me to slap my own face, I would have. "Now go to bed," my mother said, and I did.

You could see that her tremendous inside life, its solitary fears and fires, was out of accord with her humble view of herself; to hide or excuse what she felt was her first wish.

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

Norman certainly thought so. There was something there, but it didn't have a dead-thing vibe. And Neil had heard it, too, so whatever was going on, Norman knew it didn't involve the supernatural. Suddenly, something leaped out in front of them. "You. Boy. You know who I am?" it wheezed. Norman and Neil both took a step backward. A hulking man stood hunched over with age and

The thought had occurred to me as I was flying to Salt Lake City earlier that day that Ted Bundy might offer to let me stay in his apartment" (p. 74). (Loftus testified as a defense expert for Ted Bundy in 1976)

The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.

It seems to me that the less I fight my fear, the less it fights back. If I can relax, fear relaxes, too.

perfectionism is just fear in fancy shoes and a mink coat

living a life that is driven more strongly by curiosity than by fear.

Basically, your fear is like a mall cop who thinks he's a Navy SEAL: He hasn't slept in days, he's all hopped up on Red Bull, and he's liable to shoot at his own shadow in an absurd effort to keep everyone "safe.

There's a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, Let me take care of you forever, and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I'd given up looking for that person, learned how to say this heartening sentence to myself, especially in times of fear. But to hear it from someone else now, from someone who is speaking sincerely...