Quotes About Fear

The only conclusion that makes sense of this data, it seems to me, would hold that many powerful and/or "conspiratorial" groups that have different or even inimical goals can on occasion cooperate when they feel frightened enough of each other to think cooperation more profitable than gang war.

I dreamed I called Adolf Hitler on the phone and asked him. What was your gimmick? They believed it was wiser to obey anyone, even me, than to risk anarchy, he said with a ghoulish laugh. And the line went dead with a sharp click like boot-heels snapped together.

Any multi-cellular organism must, if it is to survive, contain a hard-wired bio-survival circuit, which very simply programs an either-or choice: GO FORWARD to the nourishing, the protective, or GO BACK, away from the threatening, the predatory.

I dreamed I called D.A.F. de Sade on the phone and asked him, Jesus told me that he and you agree on at least one thing and it explains freedom. What is that one thing? Quite simple, he replied, don't be afraid of the Cross. The fear of death is the beginning of slavery. And the line went dead with a triumphant click like a barred door falling open.

The reader terrorized by mathematics (persuaded by incompetent teachers that I can't understand that stuff) need not panic.

When people with guns treat you as possibly guilty, you begin to feel possibly guilty.

I suddenly remembered that Adolph Hitler once said that anybody who paints the sky green should be sterilized at once. I thought I understood the Right Man more deeply. The Right Man stays in one reality-tunnel because wandering into the reality-labyrinth of the creative mind terrifies him.

IF YOU DON'T SEE THE FNORD IT CAN'T EAT YOU, DON'T SEE THE FNORD, DON'T SEE THE FNORD . . . I looked back at the paper and still saw the fnords.

That Sebastian's vision of God was a true one is the dark, hidden fear of every religious person. The non-dualistic Orient accepts such a thought with equanimity: when Ramakrishna saw the goddess Kali give birth and then devour her own child, he took the vision as a true revelation of the oneness of creation and destruction.

In the very real sense we are, as the Buddhists say, a void. We are empty. We can become anything. Most people have very strong armors to prevent themselves from realizing the void. It's frightening. But once you've accepted the void, you realize you can become anything. You can fill the void with anything you want, if you have the psychological techniques to do it.

The obedient always think about themselves as virtuous, rather than cowardly.

Are you going to shake my hand,or am I going to rip your heart out?

fear that if I'm dependent on anything or anyone I can't control my life.

To kill a man you need three things: the gun and the balls?" "We can get the gun okay

The fact that one thing precedes another doesn't mean one thing causes another." "Oh," she said. "I know all that. But do I want to risk getting killed for some fucking formal logic rule?" "No," I said. "You don't.

You ever read Machiavelli?" I said. "I imagine somebody mentioned him to me at Harvard." "He argued that it is better to be feared than loved," I said.

You hate people. Because, really, you're afraid of them, aren't you? Always have been, ever since you were a little tyke. Rather snuggle up in a chair under the lamp and read. You did it thirty years ago, and you're still doing it now. Hiding away under the covers of a book.

It's all right, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness. It's all right, believe me.

Strange how everyone tried to disguise truth with nonsense. Like the slang for death: kicking the bucket, wiped out, snuffed, wasted, blown away. The light touch to dispel the heavy fear.

All at once that was the most important thing—to get out of the dark.

As she reached the landing, the thunder came. The whole house seemed to shake with it.

Horror is the 'removal' of masks.

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane.

A week ago, Norman would never have dared. But this wasn't a week ago, it was now, and things were different. It was now, and he had to face the truth.