Quotes About Fear

He forked his fingers through his hair, clutching fistfuls until his scalp tightened. He'd been confused until she'd looked at him, until he'd seen the look in her eyes. And then he knew. She was afraid. Afraid because he made her feel things, things she hadn't felt with Stephen or probably anyone else, because this was real love. Not some tepid, watered-down version. But Meridith wanted tepid. She wanted safe. His

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

I can't do this." She opened her eyes. "I can't do this, Beau." "Why not?" "This can't . . . go anywhere. I'll be leaving soon and—" "So don't. Don't go." She pushed away, and his arms fell. "I have to. It won't be safe here forever.

What else can you do?" Gram asked "Live without love? Keep a houseful of cats? Pah! What kind of life is that? How lonely an existence. Love's not always easy, but it's worth it. You'll never find happiness if you let fear stand in the way of what you truly desire

Oh, wow. Really? All that blathering made sense?" "It did to me. Thank you." "My pleasure, honey." "Now if I can just get a handle on this Jake thing." "Well, I don't how to tell you this, but sometimes the thing you're most afraid of is the thing you need most." Meridith

Don't play the what-if game, Grace. You'll lose every time.

As afraid as she was of loving and losing, she was even more afraid of losing the chance to love him. Maybe

Me again, please don't hang up, Meri. Meridith." He sighed into the phone. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was. I was afraid of losing the kids . . . now I'm afraid I've lost you." There was a pause, and Meridith pressed the phone to her ear, afraid she'd hear the click of him hanging up. "I miss you, Meri. I love y—" Meridith jabbed the Delete button, and Jake's voice was gone. She knew her limits. It

It had been so long, a full five months since he'd left. Since she had tossed him from the property. What would she say when she saw him? He feared she'd kick him from her land without giving him a chance to explain. Travis wiped his sweaty palms down the length of his thigh. She'd hear him out whether she wanted to or not. He'd tossed her over his shoulder once before, and he'd do it again. He loved her, and it was time she believed it.

She was strong. She was brave. She could feel the fear and do it anyway. God would provide all she needed.

Our doubts are traitors," she penned for the editorial page of her new endeavor. "And make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

And we, frightened, bored, wanting only to sleep till catastrophe has raged, clashed, seethed and gone by without us, wanting then to awaken in quietude without remembrance of agony, we who in shamefaced private hope had looked to be plucked from fire and given a bliss we deserved for having imagined it, is it implied that we must protect this perversely weak animal, whose muzzle's nudgings suppose there is milk to be found in us? Must hold to our icy hearts a shivering God?

Every time you replace a fearful thought with a loving thought, you make the world a better place.

As with all great natural beauties, she simultaneously doesn't feel attractive and frets about losing her looks. She once flew to London and spent two hundred and fifty quid having her hair dyed the same colour as it was when she left.

When I think about dying, one of the things that really scares me is that I'll be surrounded by my family in heaven. I'll be trapped in eternity with people I don't even want to spend Thanksgiving with.

Mira... Tú y yo somos iguales. Lo único es que tú te decoras de forma aterradora por fuera y yo me decoro de forma aterradora por dentro.

In a world where the dead have returned to life, the word" trouble' loses much of its meaning.

The brain controls pain. It controls fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything we associate with the heart or the soul or the nervous system is actually controlled by the brain. Everything. What if you could control it?

That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.

If you are deemed insane, then all actions that would oherwise prove you are not do, in actuality, fall into the framework of an insane person's actions. Your sound protests constitute denial. Your valid fears are deemed paranoia. Your survival instincts are labeled defense mechanisms. It's a no-win situation. It's a death penalty really.

She was afraid of all that and so much more, but what terrified her most was inside of her, an insect of unnatural intelligence who'd been living in her brain her entire life, playing with it, clicking across it, wrenching loose its cables on a whim.

Many of us live in denial of who we truly are because we fear losing someone or something-and there are times that if we don't rock the boat, too often the one we lose is ourselves...It feels good to be accepted, loved, and approved of by others, but often the membership fee to belong to that club is far too high of a price to pay.

To learn more, we have to be willing to leave the zone of the known and step into the void.

Are you aware of this acronym for F.E.A.R: False Evidence Appearing Real.