logo

Quotes About Fear

more than shame he felt cold, hollow fear in him. The fear was still there like a cold slimy hollow in all the emptiness where once his confidence had been and it made him feel sick. It was still there with him now. It
~ Ernest Hemingway
a brave man is always frightened three times by a lion; when he first sees his track, when he first hears him roar and when he first confronts him.
~ Ernest Hemingway
To worry was as bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult. He
~ Ernest Hemingway
I suppose you start to destroy it for fear you will lose it, or that it will take too great a hold on you, or in case it shouldn't be true, but it is not very good to do.
~ Ernest Hemingway
He can't have gone," he said. "Christ knows he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and he remembers something of it.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath.
~ Ernest Hemingway
You saw fear and apprehension. The fear was made by what he had been through. The apprehension was for the possibility of evil he imagined.
~ Ernest Hemingway
You do not love Him at all? he asked. I am afraid of Him in the night sometimes.
~ Ernest Hemingway
To worry was as bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult.
~ Ernest Hemingway
He was not at all afraid of dying but he was angry at being trapped on this hill which was only utilizable as a place to die.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath. Never believe any of that about a scythe and a skull, he told her. It can be two bicycle policemen as easily, or be a bird. Or it can have a wide snout like a hyena. It had moved up on him now, but it had no shape any more. It simply occupied space. Tell it to go away. It did not go away but moved a little closer. You've got a hell of a breath, he told it. You stinking bastard.
~ Ernest Hemingway
If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.
~ Ernest Hemingway
A coward dies a thousand times, but a brave man only once
~ Ernest Hemingway
Whether one has fear of it or not, one's death is difficult to accept.
~ Ernest Hemingway
No es cobardía saber lo que es insensato. —Ni es insensato saber lo que es cobardía —dijo Anselmo, incapaz de resistir la tentación de hacer una frase.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Tengo miedo de morir.
~ Ernest Hemingway
I am afraid to die, Pilar,' he said. 'Tengo miedo de morir. Dost thou understand?' " 'Then get out of bed,' I said to him. 'There is not room in one bed for me and thee and thy fear all together.
~ Ernest Hemingway
He is a great fish and I must convince him, he thought. I must never let him learn his strength nor what he could do if he made his run. If I were him I would put in everything now and go until something broke. But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and able.
~ Ernest Hemingway
You learned the dry-mouthed, fear-purged, purging ecstasy of battle and you fought that summer and that fall for all the poor in the world, against all tyranny, for all the things you believed and for the new world you had been educated into.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Preoccuparsi è dannoso come aver paura; serve solo a far le cose più difficili.
~ Ernest Hemingway
I don't care if he kills me, the big son of a bitch,' David said. 'Oh hell. I don't hate him. I love him.
~ Ernest Hemingway
He is performing a work of art and he is playing with death, bringing it closer, closer, closer, to himself, a death that you know is in the horns because you have the canvas-covered bodies of the horses on the sand to prove it. He gives the feeling of his immortality, and, as you watch it, it becomes yours. Then when it belongs to both of you, he proves it with the sword.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Agua mala', the man said, 'you whore
~ Ernest Hemingway
Well, in San Francisco if someone's against you, they know how to vote you out of an area. If someone's against you in Louisiana, or if I wrote a book and they did not like it or me in Louisiana, they might shoot me anytime.
~ Ernest J. Gaines