Quotes About Fear

Megan is coming down the street, and when she sees me and Lila together, for a split second it looks like she wants to run. Save herself. And I can't say I blame her.

I see the gun. I can feel it in my hand.

Macey was across the table from me, and we glanced at each other—an unspoken dread lingering between us like the smell of olive oil and melting cheese, but beside me, Bex was unfazed, and I remembered the power of a secret.

Noah is grinning at me, teasing, mocking just a little. He doesn't know that he should hate me. Fear me. Pity me. I should like him for that, but in the end I can't respect anyone who could be foolish enough to be sucked into all of my lies.

and when you're the girl known for being invisible, there's nothing quite as scary as being seen. - Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy

Rio crouched beside Nella's left knee, leather stretching over his thighs. He rested his hand on her leg. "You don't need to be afraid of us." His hand was large and warm. A need to relax flowed through her, a need to trust, to put her fate in his so-strong hands. "Yes, she does," Rees said softly. "Pay no attention to the man with the large hard-on," Rio said.

La belleza es un monstruo, una deidad sangrienta a la que hay que aplacar con constantes sacrificios...

No sólo no sabía lo que quería, sino que me daba miedo pensarlo, pero sabía que quería más. Aquella noche descubrí la verdadera naturaleza de la ambición, desear lo que se teme, temer lo que se desea, y desear más temer más, siempre más, como un hambriento que nunca quisiera encontrar un alimento capaz de saciar su hambre. Era muy raro, era terrible, incluso terrorífico, pero eso era exactamente lo que me pasaba

Recuerda siempre lo fácil que es matar, y lo fácil que es morir, y no vivas con miedo a la muerte, pero tenla siempre en cuenta.

En la guerra, se mata y se muere. La guerra es cruel, y siembra crueldad, es temible, y siembra miedo, es arbitraria, y siembra arbitrariedades. La guerra es también, a veces, el precio de la libertad, de la justicia, del futuro.

El miedo también excluye la dignidad, la generosidad, el sentido de la justicia, y llega incluso a perjudicar la inteligencia, porque altera la percepción de la realidad y alarga las sombras de todas las cosas. Las personas cobardes tienen miedo hasta de sí mismas

Hay que ser muy valiente para pedir ayuda, ¿sabes? Pero hay que ser todavía más valiente para aceptarla.

President James E. Faust (1920–2007) suggested, "Our blessings can encourage us when we are discouraged, strengthen us when we are fearful, comfort us when we sorrow, give us courage when we are filled with anxiety, and lift us up when we are weak in spirit. Our testimonies can be strengthened every time we read our patriarchal blessings.

Par le bois du Djinn où s'entasse de l'effroi Parle ! Bois du gin ou cent tasses de lait froid

In the city people are moving down sidewalks, up and down escalators, along aisles; they are stationed in the driver's seat of buses, at gas pumps, computers, and cash registers. There is a low-intensity fear in them. They avoid turning in certain directions, flailing their arms or poking their hands in certain ways. They respect invisible barriers.

We would not know what happens if we did not know extreme pleasure, if we did not know extreme pain! It is because we sense that the only way to know what we are capable of, what we care about, what we fear, is to plunge into insecurity, loneliness, hunger, and cold, that we leave home to hitchhike across the country.

Unfortunately, the attitude of many towards the press, humanitarians included and especially government workers, is often one of suspicion, if not outright fear.

Telling scary stories is something people have done for thousands of years, for most of us like being scared in that way. Since there isn't any danger, we think it is fun.

The night Ted died, Sam said he looked just like the skeleton.

We shall take this route; let not your resolve be weakened. Know that the help of Allah comes according to your desire. Let not the Muslims fear anything so long as they have the help of Allah.

Then suddenly I wasn't standing frozen in some dim and dank room hidden away at the back of an inn, I was thundering back along the twisting passages, Raphe Wymer forgotten, Francis Heron forgotten, magic mirrors, supernatural apparitions and strange, alarming visions forgotten, driven out by the one imperative thought forcing me on: find Celia and get her to safety.

It seemed that some part of my battling soul remained my own. For slowly, as if I was wading through soft, wet, sucking sand, I began to fight back. I threw myself against the fear, forcing it into submission. And as a small amount of daylight cleared amid the blackness, I recognized this for what it was. I'd just been attacked. And instantly reason returned.

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}