Quotes About Fear

I find the slightest action impossible, as if it were some heroic deed. The mere thought of making the smallest gesture weighs on me as if it were something I was actually considering doing.

El misterio de la vida nos duele y nos aterra de muchas formas. Unas veces cae sobre nosotros como un fantasma sin forma, y el alma tiembla con el peor de los miedos, el de la encarnación disforme del no ser. Otras veces está detrás de nosotros, visible sólo cuando no nos damos la vuelta para ver, y es toda la verdad de su terror profundísimo de que nunca la conoceremos.

I feel a kind of horror at the superior tyranny that obliges us to keep walking even though we have no idea what it is that our uncertainty is going to meet.

Os meus sonhos são um refúgio estúpido, como um guarda-chuva contra um raio.

To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror.

Caminhamos sobre abismos Ai de quem o sente. A noite, uma noite funda Cerca-nos, ai de quem conhece Como ela é funda, como é inescrutável. Pulsam-me as veias Alucinadamente e um terror novo Obtém-me, o terror de mim mesmo.

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It's exceedingly important that we not love).

amar é cansar-se de estar só: uma cobardia.

Il mistero supremo dell'Universo, l'unico mistero, tutto e in tutto, è che ci sia un mistero dell'universo, è che ci sia l'universo, qualcosa, è che ci sia l'esserci. ... Il mistero di tutto si avvicina talmente al mio essere, giunge così vicino agli occhi della mia anima che mi dissolvo in tenebre e avvolto in tenebre oscuramente mi atterrisco.

Ah, l'orrore di morire! E trovare il mistero faccia a faccia senza poter evitarlo, senza potere...

L'animale teme la morte perché vive, e anche l'uomo, e perché gli è ignota. Solo a me è dato di temerla con orrore perché conosco tutta la sua estensione e il suo mistero, perché misuro la sua infinità oscurità

If men knew how to meditate on the mystery of life, if they knew how to feel the thousand complexities which spy on the soul in every single detail of action, they would never act – they wouldn't even live. They would kill themselves from fright, like those who commit suicide to avoid being guillotined the next day.

E assim escondo-me atrás da porta, para que a Realidade, quando entra, me não veja. Escondo-me debaixo da mesa, donde, subitamente, prego sustos à Possibilidade. De modo que desligo de mim, como aos dois braços de um amplexo, os dois grandes tédios que me cingem- o tédio de poder viver só o Real, e o tédio de poder conceber só o Possível.

Hay que ser imbécil, moralmente imbécil, para suponer que es mejor vivir rodeado de pánico y crueldad que entre amor y agradecimiento!

A veces darle demasiadas vueltas a lo que uno va a hacer nos paraliza.

Lo que se agazapa en toda esa obsesión sobre la «inmoralidad» sexual no es ni más ni menos que uno de los más viejos temores sociales del hombre: el miedo al placer.

I know that imprisonment will be harder for me than it has ever been for anyone, filled with cowardly threats and hideous cruelty. But I do not fear prison, as I do not fear the fury of the miserable tyrant who took the lives of 70 of my comrades. Condemn me. It does not matter. History will absolve me.

Spar was not afraid of death; death was solitude and peace and the end of fear. Life was far more frightening.

Who had uttered these words? They had not frightened me. They were clearly audible to me yet I knew the did not ring out across the air like the chilling cough of the old man in the chair, They came from deep inside me, from my soul. Never before had I believed or suspected that I had a soul but just then I knew I had.

Ä°yi ki bir bedenim yok dedi iyi Peri. AteÅŸ edebileceÄŸi bir ÅŸey görür görmez tabancalar?na sar?lan ÅŸu kaç?k kabaday? varken kimse güvende deÄŸil.

I am not afraid that the book will be controversial, I'm afraid it will not be controversial.

But learned people can analyze for me why I fear hell and their implication is that there is no hell. But I believe in hell. Hell seems a great deal more feasible to my weak mind than heaven. No doubt because hell is a more earth-seeming thing. I can fancy the tortures of the damned but I cannot imagine the disembodied souls hanging in a crystal for all eternity praising God.

Wait here, wait here! he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the distance ahead of him. Help, help! he shouted, but his voice was thin, scarcely a thread of sound. The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.

Usually by the time she had fallen asleep all the classes of people were moiling and roiling around in her head, and she would dream they were all crammed in together in a box car, being ridden off to be put in a gas oven.