Quotes About Fear

She was afrad of him, now. Yes, she must be. Because not once, all through this, had she called him son.

Yes, Norman, I suppose you're right. That's where I'd probably be. But I wouldn't be there alone. Norman slammed the door, locked it, and turned away. He wasn't quite sure, but as he ran up the cellar steps he thought he could still hear her chuckling gently in the dark.

But meanwhile he had to do something about the way his heart pounded.

I'VE never seen such a look of mortal agony on a human face before. She screamed quite a bit before she died, and the last shriek was forever frozen on her face.

Comedy and horror are opposite sides of the same coin.

The Black Kiss (with Henry Kuttner) Weird Tales, June 1937 1. The Thing in the Waters Graham Dean nervously crushed out his cigarette and met Doctor Hedwig's puzzled eyes. "I've never been troubled like this before," he said. "These dreams are so oddly persistent. They're not the usual haphazard nightmares.

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," 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.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

Life with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

God made all the creatures and them our love and out fear, To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.

Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all! Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's brief years, Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast; Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men.

The power of the night, the press of the storm, the post of the foe; where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, yet, the strong man must go.

I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around...

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Who hath desires must ever fearful be; Who lives in fear cannot be counted free.

We're asleep yet not asleep. We are thinking a strange thought, Thinking we are to be slaughtered, That cranberry branches are burning, That cauldrons are steaming, That steel knives are being sharpened.

La Chenille/ Caterpillar Work hard, poets, work with good cheer: Work leads to wealth and freedom from fear; And butterflies, for all their graces, Are merely caterpillars who persevere. Guillaume Apollinaire

She tumbles into a corner of the terrace and cowers there, whimpering, pale and terrified, as the caretaker's son, breathing heavily, back stooped and buttocks tensed, circles her, prepared to spring.

Even in peacetime, a military man is deployed for long periods, leaving his spouse to take care of the children and their schooling, to pay the bills, to make sure the lawn is mowed and the oil in the car is changed, and to handle dozens of other tasks usually done by him. During wartime, always hanging over the military wife is the fear that her husband may be wounded or killed in combat.

Sometimes I wake up at night in a panic. Wondering: What will my life be like? And sometimes I even wonder: Who am I? What am I doing here, on this planet, in this city, in this house? And it gives me the shivers, makes me panic.

A: Funny about my mother. All my life, from the time I was just a little kid, I thought of her as a sad person. I mean, the way some people are tall or fat or skinny. My father always seemed the stronger one. As if he was a bright color and she was a faded color. I know it sounds crazy. T: Not at all. A: But later, when I learned the truth about our lives, I found she was still sad. But strong, too. Not faded at all. It wasn't sadness so much as fear--the Never Knows.

He was afraid that his body would come loose, all his bones spilling out like a building collapsing, like a picket fence clattering apart.

Nightmares ended when you woke up. Guilt never ended, worse in the dark of the night but with you all the time, day or night.