Quotes About Fear

Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness and hunger. There was fear of beasts. And fear propelled her now as she stood, leaning on her stick.

That he had this power frightened him.

To be brave came more easily if you knew nothing.

What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong? "Or what if," he went on, almost laughing at the absurdity, "they chose their own jobs?" "Frightening, isn't it?" The Giver said. Jonas chuckled. "Very frightening.

WAS ALMOST December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. No. Wrong word, Jonas thought. Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible

Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness and hunger.

Tú insinuabas, Jonás, que quizá no era valiente? Yo no sé qué es la valentía: qué es, qué significa. Lo que sé es que yo estaba aquí paralizado por el horror, deshecho de no poder hacer nada. Y oí que Rosemary les decía que prefería ponerse ella misma la inyección. »Y lo hizo. Yo no miré. Miré para otro lado.

My dinner party,' Miles grated. 'It's just breaking up.' And sinking. All souls feared lost.

So you're saying that I could die at any moment!" "Yes. And this is different from your life yesterday in what way?

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

Don't be afraid," she said. "The dead cannot hurt you. They give you no pain, except that of seeing your own death in their faces. And one can face that, I find." Yes, he thought, the good face pain. But the great—they embrace it.

He polished the mud off the coin—little enough even if gold—and pulled out his own purse. Now there was an empty bladder. He dropped the thin disk of metal into the leather mouth and stared down at its lonely glint. He sighed and tucked the pouch away. Now he had a hope for bandits to steal again. Now he had a reason to fear. He reflected on his new burden, so great for its weight

Fear is easy.  Joy is hard, said Des. Mm.

The shuttle bumped, bounced, banged, rocked, and roared out over the flat, cracked surface. She was sorry she had never made a pass at Leo. Clearly, you could die while waiting for other people to start your life for you. Her seat harness cut across her breasts as deceleration sucked her forward and the rumbling vibration rattled her teeth.

Don't let fear swallow all your happiness. Don't forget to take joy. Dag gulped. Both of their grounds were nearly closed. It was Arkady's voice alone that hinted how hard-bought this bit of wisdom might've been, yet the words had been nearly toneless.

Ethan trembled, waiting for the insanity to strike him from their level, medusan gazes. Nothing happened. After a moment, he unclutched the desk edge. Perhaps then the madness that possessed galactic men, slaves to these creatures, was something only transmitted in the flesh. Some incalculable telepathic aura? Bravely, he raised his eyes again to the figures in the screen. So. That was a woman -- two women, in fact.

Her hands started to reach out, but then retreated behind her back and consoled each other there. "I am so sorry. But surely you see any girl must be quite afraid to marry a man who could set her on fire with a word!" He'd dreamed of setting her alight with kisses. "Any man could set a girl on fire with a torch, but he'd have to be deranged!

Fear outran its cause

I love you as I love breath— His heart rocketed. But I can't be your annex. And crashed. I don't understand. I don't know how to put it plainer. You'd swallow me up the way an ocean swallows a bucket of water. I'd disappear in you. I love you, but I'm terrified of you, and of your future.

They embraced each other so tightly, they had to back off to manage a kiss. "Don't you ever," he said, voice husky with strain, "pull a stunt like that again." "Don't you ever let it become necessary, again." "Deal." He held her face away from his, between his hands, his eyes devouring her. "I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference.

I'm frightened all the time, yet I can't wish myself elsewhere.

I do not have a claustrophobia thing. I have a perfectly rational dislike of being locked up in small, dark, wet spaces by people trying to kill me.