Quotes About Fear

I wasn't ready to go traipsing into a crime scene or come face-to-face with a killer. I hadn't even had my coffee yet.

We don't know the terrible things that are coming our way," she said as she looked down at the cut crystal, her eyes teary. "We just see the shiny surface, our own beautiful selves reflected in it. Not the monster lurking beneath.

There are as many ways to make one as there are monsters.

thoughts and words have power, and if you allow your worst fears to form fully, you run the danger of bringing them to life. As

People loved a good creepy story. The need was almost primal: to hear them, have them chill you, then pass them along, embellished with your own details. Fear was a drug, and these stories were a delivery method.

For some people, Rose, it's easier to pretend the things that frighten us most don't exist at all.

Death is no problem because when we are alive we are not dead and when we are dead we don't know it. So long as you can possibly worry about it, you've got nothing to worry about.

It's not so much time is circular as time confuses memory with hope and fear which often looks like the future

People are shitty for a lot of reasons. Sometimes they're just shitty people. Sometimes people have been shitty to them and, even though they don't realize it, they take that shitty upbringing and go out into the world and treat others the same way. Sometimes they're shitty because they're afraid. Sometimes they choose to be shitty to others before others can be shitty to them. So it's like self-defensive shittiness.

It's my experience that the people who are most afraid are the ones who hide behind mean and threatening words.

I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom...

it's time I fear.

But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

Just be careful" implies that there's an end to it all, maybe in an hour, maybe in three years, but an end just the same.

I think of something my mom used to say, about how as scary as it is to go after dreams, it's even scarier not to.

So what makes you angry?` `Stupid people. Fake people. Mean people. Death. I worry about dying all the time. Like, all the time.

I'm not ready." These are the three magic words. I've discovered they can get you out of almost anything.

You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.

So what scares you most? With us?" I give this a little thought. "That you'll be really into me one day and the next day you won't be, and I won't see it coming. Because apparently feelings can change overnight. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm too much. Or maybe I'm not enough.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

He knows as well as I do what the Why is. It's everything changing when I was ten. It's the bullying and the fear. So much fear of everything, but mostly death. Sudden, out-of-the-blue death. It's also me being terrified of life. It's the giant emptiness in my chest. It's touching my face or my skin and feeling nothing. This is the Why of me staying home in the first place. And the Why of me eating. And the Why of me ending up here. But that doesn't mean I want to die.

Now all I see is someone who's too afraid to get back out there. Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

He doesn't stop me as I walk away, and it's now and only now that I can think about what it is I'm feeling. Afraid, for one. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid. Unsettled. Mad at myself for starting to open up to this person I barely know. Mad at him for making me think I could open up. Stupid for believing I was different and he was different and this was different in any way.