Quotes About Fear

In those last weeks, we drove without talking, trying to outride the heat, each alone in the dream the city had become. I was afraid to speak, to touch his arm even.

I felt a sudden chill and pulled the blanket over my head. That's the way they bring horses out of a fire, I remembered. If they can't see, they won't panic. I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

The car makes a clicking sound as it moves across the wooden slats. Then there is nothing beneath us and we fall. The windows fill with water, mud, leaves. The car floats.

A man is having terrible dreams. In them, he is being chased by a demon. He seeks counsel from a therapist, who tells him he must turn around and confront the demon or he will never escape it. He vows to do this, but each night in his dreams, he runs again. Finally, he manages to turn around and look straight at the demon. "Why are you chasing me?" he asks it. The demon says, "I don't know. It's your dream.

This morning Margot talked about the difference between falling and floating. With practice, she says, one may learn to accept the feeling of groundlessness without existential fear. This is akin to the way an experienced parachutist or astronaut might enjoy the wide view from above even as he hurtles through space. She gave us a formula: suffering = pain + resistance.

Sure, sure, I suppose I could go for someone safe," she says. "But I've never felt like this before. Never." But no one is safe, I want to tell her. Safe?

When she tells people she might move to the country, they say, But aren't you afraid you're going to get lonely? Get?

What are you afraid of," she said. "Daylight?" No. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of myself, of whatever it is I'm going to do or say to make it all go wrong. I'm desperately trying to avoid that moment and walking straight toward it, all at the same time. "I'm just tired," I said.

It is only when we have heard the door of destiny slam shut that we begin to feel the iron-cold talons of certainty digging into our breast, gathering slowly, slowly around our heart, and fastening their clutches upon the fine thread of hope on which our world of happiness hangs: then the thread is severed; then all that it held falls and is shattered; then the shriek of despair sounds through the emptiness. In doubt, no one despairs.

To drive an F1 car you have to be a little mad. On the morning of a race there's a mix of excitement and fear. If it's a wet track, then it's worse as you're not in control most of the time, which is the thing all drivers fear the most.

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I hate snails. I don't trust them. Pulling their house on their back. Walking around, "Nothing can harm me, I've got my house on my back." Crunch. "Where did that foot come from? Bastard broke my house. I don't have insurance for that."

I'm so much more scared of white guys than black guys. Like an angry black guys would pull out a gun and be like 'Yo, I'm coming back with my cousins and we're gonna funck you up' and a white guy would be like just 'BANG'!

In the short run, however, stock returns are very volatile, driven by changes in earnings, interest rates, risk, and uncertainty, as well as psychological factors, such as optimism and pessimism as well as fear and greed.

God did not hear the prayers of the fearful, for the hearts of the fearful held no belief.

I've never dreamed of being famous. The idea of it really scares me.

I live my life through fear. If I'm afraid of it I'll do it just so I'm not afraid of it anymore.

Fear is just not a part of my life - so much so that if it's involved in somebody else's life and they're close to me, I won't be around them.

All of this took about a minute, but time stretches out when you're witnessing an abomination.

Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.

He grabbed the microphone in both hands, his face exploding into a smile at the sensation. "Hey. Do not. I repeat. Do. Not. Panic. There's nothing to be scared of. This is just your average everyday fucking miracle.

As he presses me against the car and his fingers tangle in my hair, I find myself hoping-and fearing-that I'll never be the object of such a love, one that could bring a man to his knees and never let him stand again.

When you're in hell, there's nothing left to fear.

I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too." "Huh. Which kind of person are you?" "Both. We all are, at different times.