Quotes About Fear

I can sometimes influence a person inside a dream, Henry added. For instance, if someone were having a nightmare, I might say, 'Why don't you dream about clowns instead?' Clowns are your cure for a nightmare? Evie said from the couch, where she lay half-sprawled again, legs crossed, one leg kicking out and back. Never, ever say that to me inside one of my dreams, Henry. Promise me, She shivered. Clowns.

The sound of the engine changed from a hardworking drone to a hum. My stomach lurched to my chest. Now we would fall out of the sky. We hit a bump, and the plane lifted, as if soaring over a bubble. I waited for the corresponding drop. It didn't come.

They are trying to hold on to a world that no longer exists. They are blind and terrified because they feel it slipping away from them. They are gripping thin air but they keep trying desperately to hold on to it - hoping the air will turn into something familiar and solid.

The truth] is what actually happens. Not what you want to happen. Not what you're afraid will happen. We make up stories when we want things to happen or are afraid they may happen. And sometimes we do it for fun-or to scare people or make them do our way or to hurt them. And sometimes we do it because it's a pretty story and we tell it just as we fly a kite or send balloons floating.

The Wishy-Washy Wimp is so paralyzed by fear and anxiety that he or she cannot make a move if there is pressure to perform. Even an action to save another person's life might be avoided. Wishy-Washy

Very thin ladies, any age, with hand sewing on them, have always frightened me, beginning with a rich great-aunt and her underwear embroidered by nuns. The more bones that show on women the more inferior I feel.

I save my panic for small things.

He didn't know why he was running away. Maybe because being close to someone took a hell of a lot more guts than being alone.

Kate." "Thank you for saying that." He grimaces. "I don't know if this makes sense, but there are times when I can't remember their faces or the sound of their voices. That scares me because there

The old barn had a history. Nine-year-old Sally Ferman had heard all of the stories, and every single one scared her. Her dad told her that the farm was originally owned by a young German immigrant by the name of Hans Schneider. He built a cabin and married a French woman, Rebecca. They had three sons, and over the years, Hans and his boys built the barn, raised cattle and sheep, and grew tobacco and corn

Er wusste nicht, warum er davonlief. Vielleicht, weil man mehr Mut brauchte, sich jemandem nahe zu fühlen, als allein zu sein.

His absolute sovereignty means that I can trust Him with my tiniest doubt or with my most heart-wrenching fear.

When we spend precious time worrying about what might happen, anxiety becomes negative baggage that weighs us down, saps our energy, and leaves us ineffective.

Worry and anxiety give a small thing a big shadow, and this shadow creates problems, not just in the soul and spirit, but in the body.

Waiting for the What Ifs of life, for what might happen, causes the sturdiest of hearts to be anxious.

I have discovered that love and empathy play side by side with anger, fear, and resentment.

I discovered a new emotion, bubbling up from underneath my fear: anger. I was getting very tired of it all. Very tired.

She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his eyes like black ice. You don't have to worry, he snapped. This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

She felt oddly safe with him, though not safe from him.

Jumping from a high altitude required oxygen. Jumping at night required night-vision goggles. Jumping at all required either nerves of steel or the brain of a hamster. Her nerves definitely weren't steel, so Jina figured her brain was rodentlike.

Jay stepped into the room, and for a split second both her heart and lungs seemed to stop functioning. Then her heart lurched into rhythm again, and she drew a deep, painful breath. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at the inert form on the white hospital bed, and his name trembled soundlessly on her lips. It didn't seem possible that this ... this could be Steve.

I'm calling the police, she said, showing him the phone in her hand. He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. You don't need the police. No, of course she didn't How silly.

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man. He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

You only fear something that hasn't happened. Once it has happened, all you can do is deal with it.