Quotes About Fear

Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to say when you see me.

Killing yourself is a major commitment, it takes a kind of courage. Most people just lead lives of cowardly desperation. It's kinda half suicide where you just dull yourself with substances.

If it can be said that serial killers, through the control they exert and the terror they spread, make victims of the entire communities—families and loved ones, the police who track them, and the general public who must live in fear—then in his own way, Dave was a victim of the Green River killer, just as I became one of Ted Bundy's victims.

You got a gun, you get in trouble. I don't need no gun. I got a little hatchet that I keep under the seat of my car. Some son of a bitch bangs into my car, I jump out and beat him with the hatchet.

I don't worry about artificial intelligence. I worry about artificial stupidity.

the storm hit the back of the house. The roof was torn off instantly, and the walls smashed in. The whole building was ripped out of the ground and folded over onto itself. Josh saw the open doorway close around his mother like a mouth, swallowing her out of sight, and then the whole building was blown apart into pieces and snatched away on the wind.

The open grasslands frightened him and he often got the sense that there was something awful waiting just out of sight over the horizon, and that one day it would come and eat him.

Amber interrupted him. 'But you'll still hurt me afterwards, won't you?' she asked hopefully.

It had been a dark and stormy night.

Nothing's routine when the doctor has to slip that mask over your face and tell you nighty-night.

a part of me had always known that i'd stayed in the relationship longer than i should because i lacked the confidence to believe i'd find someone else who would accept me and my condition. i was also smart enough to know that would never happen until i fully accepted me.

Someone once said that failure is easier to live with than regret, and it pierced my heart like an arrow. Dreams are hard to catch, aren't they? Especially if you don't have the courage to try.

He sat back envisioning himself poking a stick at a tiger through the bars of a cage. Then the tiger grew angry, lunged, and snapped the stick off in his hand.

again, but he missed his flight out. I don't have to ask him why he missed his plane. I know why. He's scared to go home. He doesn't feel like he belongs there anymore. He belongs here. He has a job here. What's he going to do at home, without a leg?

She treated strange dogs the way she treated the ocean. She gave each a healthy dose of respect and never turned her back on either.

You know the definition of a hero?" I figured I could make up one on the fly. "Someone who acts without considering his own safety?" "Someone too stupid not to consider his own safety and gets himself and other people killed

In time, though, you learn how to live with the pain. You learn how to live with all the memories, and you learn not to fear them. You learn to embrace them, to welcome them.

One thinks the worst even while clinging to hopes for the best.

The twentieth-century philosopher of religion Rudolf Otto famously characterized the transcendent God as the mysterium tremendum et fascinans, the mystery that fascinates us even as it causes us to tremble with fear—

Damned be the dark ends of the earth where old horrors live again.

The man slumped forward on the table. "Saints and devils!" raged the Wolf. "What does he look like, this Kane?" "Like – Satan –" The voice trailed off in silence. The dead man slid from the table to lie in a red heap upon the floor. "Like Satan!" babbled the other bandit. "I told you! 'Tis the Horned One himself! I tell you –

Well, let's go. If the people in that city are going to cut our throats they may as well do it now, before the heat of the day begins.

Springing back, sword high, he saw the horror strike the floor, wheel and scuttle toward him with appalling speed – a gigantic black spider, such as men see only in nightmare dreams.

Conan mentally termed the creatures black men, for lack of a better term; instinctively he knew that these tall ebony beings were not men, as he understood the term. No