Quotes About Fear

Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway! It was the first time I'd ever contemplated that fear and action could coexist peacefully. I always thought I had to get over my fear before doing anything, but according to this Dr. Jeffers, I should embrace my fear rather than swatting it away like a swarm of flies. It

this is a way of handling a fear of losing control. One way - which is perhaps not the best way - to try and regain control is to talk, talk, talk. Love Professor - to Jennifer

The wolves in the woods have sharp teeth and long claws, but it's the wolf inside who will tear you apart.

Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Webster's International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get – a cold sick feeling deep down inside – when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.

This word, the people in it- my mother, Tantine- they sort us. Put us in crates. You are an egg. You are a potato. You are a cabbage. They tell us who we are. What we will do. What we will be." "Because they're afraid. Afraid of what we could be." Tavi said. "But we let them do it!" Hugo said angrily. "Why?" "Tavi gave him a rueful smile. "Because we're afraid of what we could be, too.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.

She'd long ago learned that only those with something to lose were afraid of dying.

You fear you will fail at the very thing you were born for. And your fear torments you...instead of shunning your fear, you must let it speak and listen carefully to what it's trying to tell you. It will give you good counsel.

I want to have hope, I can't help it, but I'm almost afraid to," Serafina

Her fear was strong, but her need for the truth was stronger.

And then I see them. In the glow of the flashlight, I see the corses. Stacks of them. Some are shriveled. Some are putrid. Most still have their clothes on. Not one has its head on. "No. No way. No way! This can't be. Fresh dead people? They said the bodies were two hundred years old. This is bad. Really bad. We've got to call someone. Frontline. Nightline. Anderson Cooper.

So, besides Ava being lost in a swamp full of homicidal maniacs, and Astrid swimming off to meet the king of homicidal maniacs, what other insurmountable problems are we facing tonight? - Sera

It's kind of beautiful, this scary world. I still want to go out of it as soon as possible, but when I look around and stop thinking about how insane it all is and just see it without freaking out, it's really beautiful.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.

There are those who believe that fear is an enemy, one that must be avoided at all costs. They run at its first stirrings. They seek shelter from the storm inside the house only to get crushed when the roof falls in. Fear is the most misunderstood of creatures. It only wants the best for you. It will help you if you let it. Isabelle understood this. She listened to her fear and let it guide her

What an incredible metaphor for what fear does to us—it devours our hearts. Hollows us out. Leaves us empty.

Nothing scares a weak man more than a strong woman.

Turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn it's back on you.

Never is a wolf more dangerous than when he is in a cage.

Cowardice is like a plague; it spreads. One sick individual can infect an entire population.

Sophie lowered her head into her hands, feeling as if she were made of the thinnest glass, so brittle and fragile that the softest tap could shatter her. She had escaped death only to come face-to-face with it once more.

The cuts were the truth, written in blood, and no one must ever read it. Rulers were ruthless. They did not show weakness or fear. They did not cry. They made others cry. Hadn't her stepmother told her that a thousand times?

It does not look good. Then again, few things do in the dead of night. The small dark hours are the undoing of many. Candlelight throws shadows on the walls of our souls, shadows that turn a mouse into a monster, a downturn into disaster.