Quotes About Fear

For over a century, we've focused too much on relentless execution and depended too much on fear to get things done. That era is over.

But the two most frequently mentioned reasons for remaining silent were one, fear of being viewed or labeled negatively, and two, fear of damaging work relationships.

But love like that can be too big, too. It can be something you shouldn't be trusted to hold when you're the kind of person who drops the eggs and breaks the remote control.

Thin ribbons of fear snake bluely through you like a system of rivers. We need a cloudburst or soothing landscape fast, to still this panic. Maybe a field of dracaena, or a vast stand of sugar pines—generous, gum-yielding trees—to fill our minds with vegetable wonder and keep dread at bay.

You live in a dangerous place when you sacrifice integrity for security.

I get rational when I panic.

I didn't want my epitaph to be "She Played It Safe.

It was terrifying, liberating, and risky. But one day I woke up and decided to try it." (On writing her first novel, "Miss Dreamsville and the Collier County Women's Literary Society")

words from an article I had once written on Tolkien's The Hobbit: "Adventure can be scary and unpredictable, but the more you continue in it, the more you lose that sense of fear and doubt (and the less you care about being late for dinner). You begin to gather up your internal resources with confidence.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the thing that will break us in the long run. That it's so hard for you to trust in us.

I love you. I want to shout it sometimes. I know you worry about our letters and texts getting read--shades of WWII, haunting us still, I guess, and I'm well aware that nothing's safe on the internet. I worry too. You need to know that when I say it, when I ask you to say it, it's because my lungs feel full of dark water, and seeing it or writing it lets me breathe.

I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance to live in happiness for however short a time we may have had, would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted to ever take its form.

He journeyed, in this climax, from the boy who was afraid to need, to the man who trusted he could.

That's the point. Don't you see? From the minute that swimmer found a home, we were going to worry. This ride gets faster and scarier and trickier, and the loops get higher, and there's more of them, and the entire fucking roller coaster is just going to go zooming down the track at Mach fucking twelve, and that's

the SUV didn't just meet a tree. The subject drove it into a tree, running from a grizzly bear, because the subject was going to take out a half-grown cub with an AK-47 semiauto.

I can't need you, boy. What happens when you leave?

Because people from Sacramento also were afraid of pretty much every type of weather—rain, snow, drought—it was all frightening

Ezra crunched boldly, because the only thing worse than a chocolate-covered cricket would be a cricket with all the chocolate sucked off.

Spending those hours in the dark with only Glen's voice for company had taught Cash more than he ever thought possible about how to deal with pain, about how to keep your soul intact during fear—about what a human being could do with a little bit of confidence in the world around him.

Ace really only had one goal in life, and it was to keep his skinny blond dirty bomb of a boyfriend from detonating and killing them all.

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

Didn't happen. Won't want this again." He sighed and wrenched himself back. "Yeah, we will," Galen said soberly. John swallowed, legitimately afraid. "I'm a recovering addict—" "And I'm not recovering," Galen said. Those luminous green eyes narrowed and glittered. "Not yet. But I want you. And you need someone. So you need to decide how this is or is not going to happen, because it's an issue.

It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

Well, maybe just for now. I… I'll be honest. A young guy—Rivers—kept coming by, talking about how he'd make sure the guy who took out Castor got a fair hearing. I was…." His father shrugged. "I was thinking about it, Seth. I hate that you're… you're afraid while you're here.