Quotes About Fear

Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes

But then again, we're all on death row, aren't we? Most of us just don't know it.

You know Travis, Maggie," Leila said. "He's toxic. Like, you can't touch him—it burns. And Marshall. He's just different when his father's around. I hate to say it. I'm afraid of him. Of both of them. My own brother and nephew.

there were only two ways of being in the world. You either walked through life acting out of love, or you acted out of fear.

Cricket felt that her spiritual home might be Neiman Marcus. She was far from the kind of place that made her feel comfortable—someplace gleaming and clean with lovely, expensive goods for sale. People were so into "nature," weren't they? Getting into it, back to it. Why? Nature just seemed spooky and unsafe to Cricket. There was that whole no-one-can-hear-you-screaming vibe. They hadn't seen another car for ages. Ages.

seemed like that was all it was, motherhood—grief and guilt and fear. You said good-bye a little every day—from the minute they left your body until they left your home. But no, that wasn't all. There was that love, that wrenching, impossible love.

The watercolor sky—silver fading to blue fading to black, the high slice of moon and glimmering stars—reminded her that she'd always wanted to paint but didn't know how, was in some ways afraid of the idea of putting brush to canvas, of making a mark that couldn't be erased. The idea that she might create something that was laughable, pitiable, or silly had stopped her from ever taking a class or even buying paints. Foolish. It was foolish.

Don't we reveal ourselves slowly, in parts, to the people we are starting to love? Don't we pick and choose what we want them to see and when? Aren't we afraid to be judged or rejected because of who we are, at least a little at first, until we grow more intimate, feel safer beneath each other's gazes?

It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

Was this how the characters in Harry Potter felt when the spoke the name of You-Know-Who?

Mrs. Lot was a sandwich-generation woman, not sure what life might hold for her-scared of going forward, frightened of going back.

But the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary; …" Luke 1:30 How like the Lord to identify our fears and hasten to ease them. Notice that Gabriel called her by name: "Mary, you have nothing to fear" (MSG). God knew her name just as he knows ours.

His pride was trampled, and his spirit was humbled, yet he knew the way out: praising God. That's our way out, too. Out of sin, out of misery, out of fear. When we start praising God for all the great things he has done, there's little time left for whining or worrying.

The worst part was the fear - looking down at the rushing water that seemed miles away. But once you were on that branch, there was no going back.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

It would be a shame if you were killed. I should be very sorry. I know I wouldn't like it to happen to me.

From a swift canter the powerful legs of Melynlas stretched to a gallop. The stallion's muscles heaved beneath him and Taran, sword raised, plunged into the sea of men. His head spun and he gasped as if drowning. He realized he was terrified.

Once you have courage to look upon evil, seeing it for what it is and naming it by its true name, it is powerless against you, and you can destroy it.

He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

it is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything

Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.

It was harder for the ones who were waiting, Annemarie knew. Less danger, perhaps, but more fear.