Quotes About Fear

Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes and this is very frightening.

They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.

Yet wild things have a far more rational fear of us than is ours of them...

To ride a bicycle is in itself some protection against superstitious fears, since the bicycle is the product of pure reason applied to motion.

But one story in this book, 'How a Husband Weaned His Wife from Fairy Tales', shows just how much fairy stories could change a woman's desires, and how much a man might fear that change, would go to any lenghts to keep her from pleasure, as if pleasure itself threatened his authority. Which, of course, it did. It still does.

The triumph of the will recreates, as its Utopia, the world of early childhood, and that is a world of nightmare, impotence and fear, in which the child fantasises, out of its own powerlessness, an absolute supremacy.

Erl-King lives

He knew it was too late to turn back and brusquely reminded himself he was no child, now, to be frightened of his own fancies.

There Peter sat in the new sunlight, plaiting the straw for baskets, until he saw the thing he had been taught most to fear advancing silently along the lea of an outcrop of rock.

He is on the point of becoming a revolutionary pornographer, but he, finally, lacks the courage.

The tiger sat still as a heraldic beast, in the pact he had made with his ferocity to do me no harm. He was far larger than I could have imagined, from the poor, shabby things I'd seen once, in the Czar's menagerie at Petersburg, the golden fruit of their eyes dimming, withering in the far North of captivity. Nothing about him reminded me of humanity.

Buzz crouched between her feet and scrutinised as much as he could see of her perilous interior to find out if all was in order and there were no concealed fangs or guillotines inside her to ruin him.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

Being alive isn't a betrayal. Being afraid to live is.

Like most healthy men he thought that any illness was death

If we can ever get the hang of life as God intended, then it becomes an adventure to be lived instead of an unknown to be feared.

Tens una por terrible, i ho entenc, però hauries d'evitar justificar-te sempre darrere d'aquesta por.

There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.