Quotes About Fear

Tüketime tutku derecesinde baÄŸl? olmak kiÅŸilerin kendi korkular?n? dengelemeye çal??malar?ndan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir.

the structure of modern society affects man in two ways simultaneously: he becomes more independent, self-reliant, and critical, and he becomes more isolated, alone, and afraid. The understanding of the whole problem of freedom depends on the very ability to see both sides of the process and not to lose track of one side while following the other.

To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever.

It is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them.

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall. - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be.

I don't know what it is. I simply can't stand it. It's like a hand reaching out of the dark. It is fear—blind fear as if it were lying in wait somewhere for me.

A man is courageous only when he is also afraid.

Don't ask about the consequences if you want to do something. Otherwise you'll never do it.

He's afraid, Graber said. Yes, naturally. But he's a good dog. And a man-eater. We're all that. Why? We are. And we think, just like that dog, that we are still good. And just like him we are looking for a bit of warmth and light and friendship.

See what has become of us. As far as I know, only the old Greeks had gods of drinking and the joy of life: Bacchus and Dionysus. Instead of that we have Freud, inferiority complexes and the psychoanalysis. We're afraid of the too great words in love and not afraid of much too great words in politics. A sorry generation!

There was too little solid ground under one's feet.

Isterijos ir baim?s apimti žmon?s seka paskui lozungus, nepriklausomai nuo to, kas ir kieno vardu juos skelbia, jei tik r?ksnys pažada masei prisiimti sunki? m?stymo našt? ir atsakomyb? už tai, ko ji bijo, bet negali išvengti.

The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, our hands are trembling and our bodies are like thin membranes stretched over barely repressed madness, holding in what would otherwise be an unrestrained outburst of endless scream.s. We have no flesh, no muscle now

Ich bin jung, ich bin zwanzig Jahre alt; aber ich kenne vom Leben nichts anderes als die Verzweiflung, den Tod, die Angst und die Verkettung sinnlosester Oberflächlichkeit mit einem Abgrund des Leidens. Ich sehe, dass Völker gegeneinander getrieben werden und sich schweigend, unwissend, töricht, gehorsam, unschuldig töten.

Trommelfeuer, Sperrfeuer, Gardinenfeuer, Minen, Gas, Tanks, Maschinengewehre, Handgranaten - Worte, Worte aber sie umfassen das Grauen der Welt.

Cautiously, the mouth applied to the valve, I breathe. The gas still creeps over the ground and sinks into all hollows. Like a big, soft jellyfish it floats into our shell-hole and lolls there obscenely.

Für niemand ist die Erde so viel wie für den Soldaten. Wenn er sich an sie presst, lange, heftig, wenn er sich tief mit dem Gesicht und mit den Gliedern in sie hineinwühlt in der Todesangst des Feuers, dann ist sie sein einziger Freund, sein Bruder, seine Mutter, er stöhnt seine Furcht und seine Schreie in ihr Schweigen und ihre Geborgenheit, sie nimmt sie auf und entlässt ihn wieder zu neuen zehn Sekunden Lauf und Leben, fasst ihn wieder und manchmal für immer.

As far as I know, only the old Greeks had gods of drinking and the joy of life: Bacchus and Dionysus. Instead of that we have Freud, inferiority complexes and the psychoanalysis. We're afraid of the too great words in love and not afraid of much too great words in politics. A sorry generation!

The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably.

Para mí el frente es un siniestro remolino.

Amžina žmonijos scena: prievartos tarnai, j? auka, o greta - visada ir visais laikais - tre?ias, ži?rovas, kuris nepakelia rankos apginti auk? ir nebando jos išvaduoti, nes bijosi d?l sav?s. Ir kaip tik d?l to jam nuolatos gresia pavojus.