Quotes About Fear

Scared is what you're feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you're doing.

What this good man had sworn to protect me from was not the same as what I feared. I trusted that he would never let anything hurt me, but he would never let anything touch me either.

So this was liberty. Mary was beginning to recognise the taste of it in her mouth: terror salting the sweetness.

What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster?

How could anyone bear to be a parent? Like contracting to love a werewolf.

Then she lifted the breastbone and frontal ribs in one go, the raising of a portcullis. That made me tremble. How frail my own rib cage; how breakable we all were.

A lady lion-tamer put her head in a lion's mouth last week, and he bit it off. If a lion attempted to put his head in my mouth I expect I would do the same.

It depends on the monster, if it's a real one or not and if it's where I am.

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.

You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela, and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.

Horror. I can't manage it. I become--well--horrified. Self-help books have a similar effect. When asked, Any literary genre you simply can't be bothered with? - (By the Book: Writers on Literature and the Literary Life from the NYT Book Review, by Pamela Paul)

Do it trembling if you must, but do it!

I don't feel at all brave,' thought Jack, 'but I suppose a person is really bravest when he does something although he is frightened. So here goes!

C'est terrible

And if you dare to put so much as half

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Tim didn't seem to like the storm either. He sat close by George, his ears cocked, and growled whenever the thunder rumbled. The children fed him with titbits and he ate them eagerly, for he was hungry too.

When the moment comes, will you take your chance to be a hero?

No one's ever really ready for a troll.

And suddenly I was afraid. My father, the man whose shoes I had been trying to fill for two years, was awake. Would he still live up to my expectations? Would I live up to his?

which was a bit like a mouse chasing a cat, a giant mutant cat with laser eyes and a bellyful of smaller spiteful cats.

When you decide to die, Artemis thought sluggishly, it doesn't matter how many people want to kill you.

But always among the humans, there are those individuals who would control all they see and are threatened by that which they do not understand.