Quotes About Fear

Yo había comprendido hace muchos años que no hay cosa en el mundo que no sea germen de un Infierno posible: un rostro, una palabra, una brújula, un aviso de cigarrillos, podrían enloquecer a una persona, si ésta no lograra olvidarlos.

No less vain to my mind are hope and fear, for they always refer to future events, that is, to events which will not happen to us, who are the minute present.

Temí que no quedara una sola cosa capaz de sorprenderme, temí que no me abandonara jamás la impresión de volver. Felizmente, al cabo de unas noches de insomnio me trabajó otra vez el olvido.

I feared that there would not be a single thing left capable of surprising me, I feared that the impression of returning would never leave me. Happily, after a few sleepless nights, forgetfulness worked on me again.

This frightened man mortified me, as if I were the coward, not Vincent Moon. Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it.

Uno de los hábitos de la mente es la invención de imaginaciones horribles.

De sus labios oí por primera vez el nombre del rey que era, Gunnlaug. Supe que librada la última guerra, miraba con recelo a los forasteros y que su hábito era crucificarlos. Para eludir ese destino, menos adecuado a un hombre que a un Dios, ...

medio siglo de violencia le había enseñado que lo más fácil y seguro es matar…

Un atribut al lucrurilor infernale e irealitatea, un atribut ce pare s? mic?oreze spaimele pe care le provoac?, dar poate c? le spore?te.

En Argentina no nos une la alegría, sino el espanto.

Liberado de la necesidad de la mentira, Sabe que hoy va a la muerte, no al olvido, Y que es un rey. La ejecución lo espera; La mañana es atroz y verdadera. No hay temor en su carne.

Nos duele sostener esa luz tirante y distinta, esa alucinación que impone al espacio el unánime miedo de la sombra.

Arrasado el jardín, profanados los cálices y las aras, entraron a caballo los hunos en la biblioteca monástica y rompieron los libros incomprensibles y los vituperaron y los quemaron, acaso temerosos de que las letras encubrieran blasfemias contra su dios, que era una cimitarra de hierro.

No nos une el amor sino el espanto; Será por eso que la quiero tanto.

Nu exist? om care s? nu tânjeasc? dup? împlinire, altfel spus, dup? cunoaÈ™terea experienÈ›elor pe care un om e în stare s? le tr?iasc?; nu exist? om care s? nu se team? c? s-ar putea s? i se r?peasc? o parte din acest patrimoniu f?r? sfârÈ™it.

Me abochornaba ese hombre con miedo, como si yo fuera el cobarde, no Vincent Moon. Lo que hace un hombre es como si lo hicieran todos los hombres. Por eso no es injusto que una desobediencia en un jardín contamine al género humano; por eso no es injusto que la crucifixión de un solo judío baste para salvarlo. Acaso Schopenhauer tiene razón: yo soy los otros, cualquier hombre es todos los hombres, Shakespeare es de algún modo el miserable John Vincent Moon.

From the remote depths of the corridor, the mirror spied on us. We discovered (such a discovery is inevitable in the late hour of the night) that mirrors have something monstrous about them.

El temor de lo crasamente infinito, del mero espacio, de la mera materia, tocó por un instante a Averroes. Miró el simétrico jardín; se supo envejecido, inútil, irreal.

T]he experience of mystery comes not from expecting it but through yielding all your programs, because your programs are based on fear and desire. Drop them and the radiance comes. (16)

The inflated ego of the tyrant is a curse to himself and his world – no matter how his affairs may prosper. Self-terrorized, fear-haunted, alert at every hand to meet and battle back the anticipated aggressions of his environment, which are primarily the reflections of the uncontrollable impulses to acquisition within himself. The giant of self-achieved independence is the world's messenger of disaster, even though, in his mind, he may entertain himself with humane intentions.

The hero whose attachment to ego is already annihilate passes back and forth across the horizons of the world, in and out of the dragon, as readily as a king through all the rooms of his house. And therein lies his power to save; for his passing and returning demonstrate that through all the contraries of phenomenality the Un-create- Imperishable remains, and there is nothing to fear (93).

The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.

We no longer desire and fear; we are what was desired and feared.

When the Buddha declares there is escape from sorrow, the escape is Nirvana, which is not a place, like heaven, but a psychological state of mind in which you are are released from desire and fear. And your life becomes harmonious, centered and affirmative. Even with suffering. The Buddhists speak of the bodhisattva - the one who knows immortality, yet voluntarily enters into the field of the fragmentation of time and participates willingly and joyfully in the sorrows of the world.