Quotes About Fear

What if we accept these points of light, their translucence, their brightness; what if we let ourselves enjoy this, stop fearing it, get used to it; what if we come to believe in it, to expect it, to be impressed upon by it; what if we take hope and forgo our ancient heritage and instead, and infused, begin to entrain with it, with ourselves then to radiate it; what if we do that, get educated up to that, and then, just like that, the light goes off or is snatched away?

He had never said her name. Indeed, he couldn't say it. Not because he's forgotten it. Mot certainly he hadn't forgotten it. It was the dread of the capitulation of it, of the handing over of himself in it, of what it might take from him to pay her the compliment of letting her know he really knew her name.

Certainly I knew the feeling of shame and I knew everybody around me knew that feeling as well. In no way was it a weak feeling, for it seemed more potent than anger, more potent than hatred, stronger even than that most disguised of emotions, fear.

Bilmemkim McBilmemkim'in gö?süme silah dayay?p bana kedi dedi?i ve beni ölümle tehdit etti?i gün, sütçü'nün de öldü?ü gündü.

He had never said her name. Indeed, he couldn't say it. Not because he'd forgotten it. Mot certainly he hadn't forgotten it. It was the dread of the capitulation of it, of the handing over of himself in it, of what it might take from him to pay her the compliment of letting her know he really knew her name.

Because of the violence that has been at work in my family for generations, I can't name one relative who believes that he or she is loveable, worthy of kindness, deserving of care, attention, gentleness. This is what violence does; it squeezes us down into creatures we are not meant to be, so self-loathing and fearful that it hurts too much to hope, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for things to begin badly, or end badly. Moments of joy and pleasure regarded with suspicion.

A deeply feminine fear, thick and heavy as tar, coalesced in Sidonie's stomach as she surged up against the headboard. Merrick appeared impossibly large lounging against the door, arms folded across his lean chest. Candlelight flickered over his ruined face, lending him a devilish mien.

She'd begun her story to divert him from his nightmare. Little did she know that what she described created its own nightmares.

She whipped her head around in his direction. Light dazzled her. All she could make out was a tall figure with broad shoulders. But she heard the voice clearly. A deep voice smooth and rich as the cream she scooped from the new milk on her farm in Yorkshire. That beautiful cultured baritone frightened her more than all Monks and Filey's ribald situations.

The most terrifying part of this terrifying encounter was that just now, the man she wanted to attract was standing in front of her. And that was completely insupportable.

Love, it seemed, made beasts of men. How wise he'd been to avoid it all these years.

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. "O-open...?" He took advantage and claimed her, sliding his tongue into the interior. She made a sound of surprise and tried to back off. "No." "Bella, don't be afraid.

Somehow we can't live outside the politics of race. There's something very deep in all of us, that is taught to us when we are very, very little. Which is the disrespect and fear of the other.

When Hitler came to power I was in the bath.

In Hitler's Third Reich it is estimated that there was one Gestapo agent for every 2000 citizens, and in Stalin's USSR there was one KGB agent for every 5830 people. In the GDR, there was one Stasi officer or informant for every sixty-three people. If part-time informers are included, some estimates have the ratio as high as one informer for every 6.5 citizens.

Relations between people were conditioned by the fact that one or other of you could be one of them. Everyone suspected everyone else, and the mistrust this bred was the foundation of social existence. Miriam could have been denounced

In Hitler's Third Reich it is estimated that there was one Gestapo agent for every 2000 citizens, and in Stalin's USSR there was one KGB agent for every 5830 people. In the GDR, there was one Stasi officer or informant for every sixty-three people. If part-time informers are included, some estimates have the ratio as high as one informer for every 6.5 citizens. Everywhere

Es nesapratu šo v?rieti, kurš sevi iegrožoja un apspieda j?tas. Neko neizr?d?t aiz bail?m sajusties v?jam, nekad neesmu sp?jusi to saprast. Man?s m?j?s cilv?ki pieskaras viens otram un sask?pst?s t?pat k? elpo.

Skatoties uz tevi, man v?der? viss saž?audzas k? desmit t?kstoš skat?t?ju priekš?, l?dzu, dari tam galu, n?c un apskauj mani...

M?s atst?j?m viens otru klusi, skumji un smagn?ji, nekad nerun?jot par n?kamo reizi. N?, tas bija neizturami. Un, jo vair?k es spurojos pret?, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, un, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, jo maz?k tam tic?ju. Es jutos apsteigts, bezsp?c?gs, ar sasiet?m rok?m. Nekust?gs, samierin?jies. -Samierin?jies ar ko? -Ar to, ka k?du dienu zaud?šu vi?u…

of going back to her humdrum life, was far more frightening than the thought of marrying him.

In morals what begins in fear usually ends in wickedness in religion what begins in fear usually ends in fanaticism. Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil.

Okazuje si?, ?e nie ma nic trudniejszego ni? by?. Podejrzewa?em to. Cz?owiek podpiera si? ca?? swoj? krz?tanin?, beznadziejnym poczuciem obowi?zku, pracowito?ci?, która jest tylko tchórzostwem, l?kiem przed samym byciem.

You mustn't be so afraid of life - it's all we've got. Don't let it hurt you so much.