Quotes About Fear

Don't accept rides from strange men - and remember that all men are as strange as hell.

Don't accept rides from strange men, and remember that all men are strange.

Don't accept rides from strange men, and remember that all men are strange.

The irony is that while he has defined himself as a multi-faceted being, he is the impatient entity ceaselessly operating in terms of his sexuality: fearing it, seeking it, demanding it, proving it, forcing & enforcing it. His is an ejaculatory politics. Just as long ago he forgot what "self" truly could be, so he forgot what "power" really is.

If men are now afraid in daily circumstances, why then the situation must be taken seriously, attention must be paid. This also is patriarchal democracy.

Who was it you feared? Trace it, trace the fearing to a source. Not the mid-management collaborators, remember. Not those who only obey orders; just because the responsibility is everywhere doesn't mean that it's not somewhere. Trace it further, as far as you can. Scrutinize those in power behind the fear. Visualize them. There. Are women in the picture?

Self-will means believing that you alone have all the answers. Letting go of self-will means becoming willing to hold still, be open, and wait for guidance for yourself. It means learning to let go of fear (all of the "what ifs") and despair (all of the "if onlys") and replacing them with positive thoughts and statements about your life.

Being fearless doesn't mean having an absence of fear. It means you press on in spite of fear.

Doesn´t matter who you are or what you believe. Everybody has a ghost story

The only way out is to Run. But you have to do it now. Stay where you are, and you're dead!

Too many people don't do things for fear of falling. You'll never get good unless you fall. Experiences and new accomplishments are feelings we should never lose.

Anti-intellectualism remains strongly entrenched in many parts of the church, but it is grounded in fear, not in faith. (p. 19)

The church can no longer afford preachers who fail to take a stand when they know that the church is facilitating evil, whether it's a war based on lies, cruelty toward gays based on fear, or a distortion of the wisdom of Jesus as fantastic as the prosperity gospel.

As I like to say, take the shot, even if your knees are shaking.

Venture outside your comfort zone. To stop growing is to stop living.

Do you know that some women actually refuse to be treated for fear of losing their hair? In the words of my friend India Arie: "Hey, I am not my hair. I am not this skin. I am a soul that lives within." I wanted to make a statement that I wasn't ashamed to have cancer or be bald. I was absolutely stunned by the reaction to my video diary. The outpouring of support was overwhelming.

We tend to overemphasize and over-rely on our minds to the point where we disengage from our bodies and let our instincts and intuition atrophy. This is neither safe nor wise, and causes us to live in more fear than is healthy.

But most important, she had broken through that invisible wall of terror that surrounded her, and lived to tell the tale.

It has been said that people of the modern world suffer a great sadness, a "species loneliness"—estrangement from the rest of Creation. We have built this isolation with our fear, with our arrogance, and with our homes brightly lit against the night.

I am afraid. As afraid today as I was then. For my children, and for the good green world.

Can settlers be trusted to follow Nanabozho, to walk so that "each step is a greeting to Mother Earth"? Grief and fear still sit in the shadows, behind the glimmer of hope. Together they try to hold my heart closed. But I need to remember that the grief is the settlers' as well. They too will never walk in a tallgrass prairie where sunflowers dance with goldfinches. Their children have also lost the chance to sing at the Maple Dance. They can't drink the water either.

In dreams you can become everything you're not. You can reverse the most fundamental truths of your life. You can taste death, the ultimate opposite.

What the hell was that?" "Puma," he said. "Mountain lion." "I knew that was a lion." She stopped suddenly. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" "Marcie, he wanted to eat you! Are you worried about his soul or something?" "I just wanted him to go away," she said. "I didn't want him to go dead." -Marcie and Ian

When he came back, he fed the fire, rolled out his pallet, turned off the light and laid down. After several minutes of quiet darkness, she heard his voice. "Sorry if I scared you. I don't roar that often." -Ian to Marcie