Quotes About Fear

Well, let's say you heard a fight in the boys' bathroom, and you broke it up. What would you do naturally if you could solve it your way?" "I would run in the other direction. You really expect me to go in the boys' bathroom? Let them kill each other.

Who's driving the boat?" Over the motor, I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you...

There are things you're just positive will happen to you. Then there's that second when you realize, Jesus Christ. Maybe they won't.

Then tell them, faintly, 'I heard screaming'. Men with a history of violence live in fear of retribution.

Micks were famously prudish, faithful to their blowsy wives—perhaps recalling the bonny colleens they'd been before the assembly line of children, or from fear of their drunken, bellicose priests

He didn't sound afraid, but I smelled that he was. Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

At Playland, Eddie and the little boys had ridden potato sacks down long wooden slides, getting friction burns where a knee or an elbow dragged against the wood. The fun-house floor was pocked with holes through which loud blasts of air (fired by some hidden wiseacre) were meant to lift girls' skirts. Ingrid had a horror of these blasts, and she clung to Eddie, laughing.

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

It makes me wonder just how many supposedly brave people in the world are just men and women trying to imitate someone more courageous than themselves.

Holy crap, my heart was arrogant to believe her spotless track record could stay that way.

The fear abounded that once they were allowed into the art schools, who knew where it would end: their demands for equality were understood to be akin to anarchism, socialism, vegetarianism and atheism.

A dark voice inside me said I didn't deserve to be here and pointed to the past. Yet, that day, with a surprising new store of strength, I pushed it back. I had the power to stop being afraid of failure. I had failed in the past, I might fail in the future, but I didn't have to waste energy on being embarrassed about the outcome, good or bad. Even if things were hard or confusing to navigate, I'd be okay, no matter what.

And this is why you don't want me to be friends with Dee, because you were afraid that I'd find out the truth?" That, and you're a human. Humans are weak. They bring us nothing but trouble." My eyes narrowed. We aren't weak. And you're on our planet. How about a little respect, buddy." Amusement flickered in his emerald eyes. Point taken.

So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.

They repented their manifold sins and then fled out to buy amulets and astrological signs against the scourge.

I've always had a huge fear of dying or becoming ill. The thing I'm most afraid of, though, is being alone, which I think a lot of performers fear. It's why we seek the limelight - so we're not alone, were adored. We're loved, so people want to be around us. The fear of being alone drives my life.

but whenever it feels uncomfortable to tell the truth, that's often the most important time to tell it.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us . . . [But] as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people the permission to do the same.

When you make hard decisions, when you follow your heart to places that terrify you, it's no longer possible to simply choose the easy path.

Better the devil you do know than the devil you don't

Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real." He looked at me like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

Show of hands," Devon said, breaking the silence. "Who thinks we're screwed?